fishy

new orleans. 2009Haiti

 

 

 

i smelled something fishy going on from a very young age. i knew the suffering and pain was inexcusable; unfathomable in a culture and world with technology & resources.
my heart is heavy. twiddling of thumbs. meandering and greed. it simply is not that complicated or complex to help one another.
it is the emotional. political. cultural. religious ways that cloud and prevent life from protection. petty things...

scream as loud as you can people. SCREAM.
I can feel you awaiting hope from the blue sky.
you are praying, when night comes
when the stillness of the sunset
the only dependable thing.
it will be unreal.
but you are not alone.
 one day, you will feel peace. or seek retribution

stuck. waiting for hours. days. years.
find steel scissors.
cut the bureaucracy.
find a way to smash their veneers.
force feed them their own bullshit.

cause somethin' ain't right...
oh i can smell it you scoundral. for miles.
the lots filled with white trailer stench;
 washed away blood stains in neon light

you signed. on the dotted line.
"i serve at the pleasure of the people"
they don't find your performance amusing. black or white.

we want to drink today. and eat tomorrow.
sit in our homes and watch the years age us with dignity.
feel the earth we hold sacred.
plant and sew hope.

so while you asses & analyze.
they are not waiting.
they are not patient 
they are dead