We are as Athens and Athena,
mortal and divine,
entwined/inspiration:
libations made for love's drugged mind.

You'll never be white enough.
You'll never be right enough.

You'll never know the route they're taking.

Because your mother was Irish.
Because your father was mixed.

Because your grandma was Polish, to them so much ****.

This world is too kind.
This world is too cold.

This world is tinder, burnt before old.

We'll breathe poison together.
We'll breathe lies till we're cured.

We'll breathe drink like oxygen, dumber for sure.

The flowers are dead, cursed rotten in bed.
The flowers are plastic, and taste of ill lead.

The flowers are children, petals wrought poor.

This flower is tired, far from du jour.

Ability becomes superb, becomes aplomb,
becomes metaphysical bombs dropped,
public consciousness shot;
the crowd shakes and writhes,
the crowd beats ten thousand drums,
echoing, echoing,
"The Greatest of All Time!"

Their god is flesh, is bone,
is stone becoming a wheel,
becoming a tower: royal-
-tied, educating the masses on excellence;
lacks references,
tiger dropped in the Arctic,
king of the jungle.

I do not make it easy,
I do not make it kind.
I do not travel breezy,
nor sing of earth and rhyme.

My words are thunderborn,
hatred, war, and pain;
politics for one and all,
social grief and game.

Entertainment's worth,
the value I extract;
a tale for twenty thus,
a tale for us and that:

Memories yet traveled,
roads not trod by us;
the voice of yet born trillions,
the journey that is love.

Destiny a winding road,
fate the culmination;
to exist beyond such conceptions,
a truer freedom none have touched.

America the Brave.
One-way ticket to DC.
Cigarettes. Coffee. Tylenol.

I hope your God exists.
Yes, that heavenly bliss
and his choir full of angels.

He'll see you all,
and he'll grieve your fall:
the justice you've avoided.

Because your Eden is dying,
and your neighbors are sick.
Yet, you have chosen hatred.

Hoarding wealth and warmth,
saying naught of the poor,
and waving off enslavement.

Betrayal came easily to her.
She bed three men in the time it took-

"You betray yourself."

-her husband to come home.

"The war was long, and you were dead."
"She grieved your breath, comfort led."
"Space was given, tears too hidden."

She approached them first!

"And still you fib."
"You unconscionable squid."
"Four were the years spent cold."

"Her time was spent with more lament than you or I could hold."
"This I know, this I'll swear."
"Now cease your lies, or hate you'll bear."

"Dead you are, far from warmth."
"Let her rest, loved once more."
"Let her breathe in peace."

I'll not, I can't. Not without chance:
I must hear these words from her.
...I must know her heart for sure.

"And so you tarry more."
"You fool! You sap, impossible ****!"
"Haunt her not, this love begot."

"Let us grieve her peace."

Children and mothers, fathers soon dead.
Irreparable damage, DNA spread.
Palestinian fate, dripped down the line.
Hunger now haunts stomachs too fine.

Consumed from within, by self and by fury.
Organs like snow, made into slurry.
The heart will go first, though great and defiant.
For apathy scathes - apathy likens.