Clicking bones against the concrete door
while oozing o’er the apathetic floor
Walls built from anger, boredom, xenophobia, and greed
Remove the anchors of bad hombre seed
Shackle the voiceless, the mindless sheep
there are no secrets that they won’t keep.
The taunts and jeers of the third grade rhetoric
are below the belt deplore-
able or not the iron is hot to brand the law-
less the “L”, the ostrich ass with head under sand-
man’s spell only to awaken to the bloody call to war.
The one that robs the mothers of their children dressed for duty
camouflaged in patriotic glory, flying under half-mast flags
mourning the deaths of people at church,
children at school,
date night at the movies.
The bones don’t lie as often as people do, or he does
Counting crimes on a rosary made of tarnished silver spoons
False notions of emotional devotion, void of solution
Blessing the anointed red buttons
Cross forehead to chest, shoulder to shoulder
Allowing the inner circle to bleed the child bride
while singing praises of the endured horrors on thin skin
Dragging age spots over youth as if an elixir
for the bargain basement price of forty silver
while the Roamin’ fingers applaud politely
with tiny hands bejeweled with the blood of slaves
adorned in robes made from the entrails of the poor
And it is written in the book of ends, now is the time.