MARY M. PARK, Et. al.
I
impossible letter
killing each other
invincible fools
irascible rules
money’s the byword
charlatans paint
all losers no winners
nothing’s the same
the usual culprits
lay dying in mass
their ticket’s punched out
they’ve lost their free pass
the igloo of ice storms
arctic passages closed
histories dying
the man’s got no clothes
the ivy of leagues
a dying nations last gasp
international help
gone with the blast
Icarus was leading
he’s fallen to fools
his friends all lay dying
his school boys
are mules
The end of economies
lie in dead ends
the winners are losers
they make demands
foregoing humility
by forging amends
To steal a person’s
heart
is a terrible thing
but to devalue his
work It’s his soul you have claimed
The dead have risen
brought forth rivers of gold
the moneychangers nightmare
is no fortuitous fool
instead they now face
the hellfire of masons
the forgotten masters
have reclaimed their stations
a tridents fool
is to forecast and delight
while robbing the people
of their parietal rights
Their laws so illegal
invalidate all
the new rules of nations
bare natural laws
The tides will return to the
silver moon’s resonance
Artesian wells were never
meant to be stolen
The Ingot in Ivy lost his way long ago
in 43 or 44? but really who knows?
The majority awaken when
being stolen blind
with crude realizations
that it’s “cruel to be kind”
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II
when our youths are stolen
the cruelest of divisions
the truest of truths
become mothers decisions
A woman’s sword is
the pain that she bears
children used as pawns
assaulting their years
Her hardships may ‘lesson’
but she. was never stupid enough
to believe stealing from others
could sustain any truths
A penal nation
will fall to its knees
lies destroy innocence/innocents
the travail of greeds/grief
But one man’s truth may
not be another’s
George Floyd’s public execution
woke all nations all colours
To oppress is to enslave
by denial of rights
one cannot deny omissions
by granting permissions
like insisting that day
depends
on night’s commissioned omission
peace is finally in reach
the gluttonous few
the bait for the masses
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they gambled with another’s money
lost time after time
then
stole the wrong person’s
literary time
The Black book now open
secrecy lost
the big men in politics
thought they won absent cost
now there’s no entry
into fancier schools
but no exit either
for fortuitous fools
