The Empire Always Comes Home

guad-dog

Have you seen Uncle Sam’s guard dog?
He got it back when he drove out the Brits
from our yard.

He kept it in case they tried to return
or if anyone else treaded onto our side of the fence.
For keeping us safe and free,
this dog had won our love and respect.

But then Uncle Sam descended into madness.
Convinced that all the neighboring yards belonged to him as well,
he trained his dog to snarl and attack our neighbors
under the pretense of home defense. [Read more…]

Fitting the Description

drug war

In the years of President Kennedy,
a weed that had grown in Spanish Harlem
sprouted into Johnny.
Barely a year out of high school
when he was accosted by gang members on the street.

The two thugs hailed from the biggest gang in town,
so Johnny knew better than to resist.
Johnny fit the description of a young, up and coming drug dealer,
and the gang didn’t like competition.

“Where’s the dope?” they asked as they went through his pockets.
Despite insisting that he had none, the gang kidnapped him anyway,
hurling him into their wagon with the other young Puerto Rican men,
his wrists choking from the bracelets they gave him. [Read more…]

A Horse Is a Horse

horse

A horse is a horse, of course of course
Unless that horse is a tool of the state.
In which case this poor creature has been forced
for consent it cannot communicate.

Its rider sitting atop its back,
the horse think it’s just giving a ride
To the nice men who feed it out back
in the stables where the horse resides.

The horse knows not what’s going on
that its rider is in fact an enforcer
Wielding his badge, pistol and baton
to impose his interpretation of order.

Horses were meant to gallop and play
be petted, cared for and loved
Not to be used in this unnatural way
To look down on people from above. [Read more…]