(READ ALL TIM LABBE POEMS)
Another snuffed-out cigarette butt
lays in a darkened basement of decay
buried in secrecy, running fingers through
oil-spilled hair while poverties remains
creep along dirt floors, where the cold
granite pillars surround the
great hoax called liberty and freedom
Torn tar-paper hangs off of broken asbestos-laden
shingle-sided caskets
meatless flesh ground into the street of
corrupted asphalt-
Exposed guts jabbed by ghettos sharpened elbows…
Punishing our vulnerable veterans in the country
they sacrificed their lives-
while pillaging all dignity away from single mothers,
blue-collared poor and the frail, long forgotten ill-aged.
Gnawing on the lead-paint windowsill,
hungers child and decrepit-need scour
vacant buildings for left-overs,
only to find a carcass of the feast where
fattened greed discarded their God’s empathy
Drinking in the blackness of rage while screaming,
booze swallows up the deteriorated souls
staring from behind the empty shatteredwindows
of tattered, mildew-stained drawn shades
Cowardice served no purpose other than apathy
Passiveness as lethargic as their hocked-up throat phlegm
And those who mourned the loudest for their plight,
had given the least to the wearied and feeble walking dead
Stuffing themselves with the silver spoon of privilege
an indifference afforded to them by their forefathers..,
the murderers
and robber barons
of Americas malevolent past
by
Tim Labbe
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