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.