Business As Usual???

To all the voiceless Surrenderist...

...Merely numbers on a sheet!...

Your bones make kissy squelching yelps

For the grinders of the meat...

A man with less respect for life

Than an Earthmover run amuck...

Has burned and stripped our world for lucre...

We're out here standing in his wake...

He's bombed another country!...

Iran has children,

And to those that may survive

We will owe them eternally

For all the evils of our kind...

The cards are laying on the tarmac...

The writings dripping from the wall...

We can't pretend that this is normal...

As institutions slip and fall

And hope's and dreams slip through the cracks

On the way to work each day...

With less and less reaction time...

From people who get paid

To promise all the hanging Chad's

Who make up the faceless polls...

The Heidi's, and the Alejandro's...

The Jakub's, and the Amir's...

The Malika's and the Zuri's...

The new babies every year...

Families living in their ranch-style homes,

Or tenement dwellers who live day to day,

Or drifters on the sidewalk

Who pass in solitary ways...

We are more then just cruel fodder!...

Though I am sure from steely eyes

While flying his big-ticket

Air Force One

We look like ants that he must

Strategize

To factor in to his assumption

That he must consummate his gain...

To become a King that tosses gestures

That offer little more than stink

From his crude, indecent fingers...

He'll be pacing in a room...

If we choose to sustain our silence

It will be a coastal tomb,

And blackened balls on frozen stalks

From the last insects left alive

Will be his final audience of onlookers,

If hearts and voices choose to die...

Will it be...business as usual?...

Will we lay...down on our backs?...

Will we walk...with both our hands tied?...

Will we close...our eyes to facts?...

Will it be...business as usual?...

Will we let...our faucets dry?...

Will we stop...helping the one's in need?...

Will we halt...pausing to cry?...

6/27/25

Bunny Villaire