The sounds of war
the war shows on tv
the guns and guns
and bombs and drones.
More people on the street
as fewer jobs with any pay
the jobs those jobs
that don’t pay many bills.
The war machines come home
they’re everywhere now
the tanks are rumbling the tanks
and body armor and bodies falling.
Young men in old gangs
live out the capitalist dream of money
the money money do-re-mi
and all the guns money can buy.
The cops on high alert
dealing with anger, insanity and pain
the chase, and the lights and the chase
leaves them wired and full of guns.
The war machines are the
cops on high alert and the ones
assuming all dark skinned men
are targets, targets, targets.
Who is winning?
Rick Kearns