Sorry if anyone gets offended by historically based political and religious overtones, but we need much more offense in our reality!
A bedtime story begins
with an unbendable end
counted crows gather around a corpse
darkness creeps in like mourning fog
surrounding our wings with tourniquets
struggling to slip by and rise above crisis
for how many tragedies get shoved aside
without asking essential questions;
don't tighten underground frowns
noose fake smiles
raise doubts about main stream books
and heal blank looks
with a piercing third eye
able to survive today's mayhem
now stare at the corpse called life
and we'll get back to the bedtime story ...
the curious child already misses grandpa
and climbs onto a father's lap
asking what happens after death
most stories are strictly for the birds
but to a child these feathered friends
can fly above the pretending
and emerge in splendor
until disappearing into heavens
yet stop
should we consider bird brains
or get back to the story about the corpse
a skillful hawk buries sharp claws
into a blind confused mole
lost as to the where abouts of a hiding hole
how does a murder rap
compare to a predator killing its prey
what about gray skies of right and wrong
go ahead wade through trenches
then get stuck in the swamp after storms of war
those perfectly cropped pictures from world war 2
like righteous Ike
(wrong he was just in charge of the “war plans,”
supreme commander, then he got us heavily involved with
until his vice president Nixon took the reigns)
or was it the true man Truman
(he came right after)
a
the big three
(do they pray or prey with those knees)
a gluttonous Churchill
(yeah the one that spews eloquent fabrications)
in bed with Stalin
already with his blood stained track record
of slaughtering artists and intellectuals
by the millions
still with pens and papers in hand
stalin taking over eastern europe for war spoils
even cutting
then comes our one-sided history
playing down that we actually dropped two atom bombs
i.e. complete weapons of mass destruction (WMDs)
all in the name of being humane
what about the scapegoat with his hyphenated mustache
(this is a demented Hitler for you grade-schoolers)
stoned to death by imperialistic allies
probably subconsciously jealous
that a single orator inspired an entire country
towards a different imperialistic vision of utopia
but let's talk about western greed and all that booty
go back a stage to WWI
learn about cursing losers with reparations driving inflations
until once strong nations begin begging for bread
left with hunger and poverty
maybe the best explanation is
what's not digested lands in puke and nukes
talk about right versus wrong
don't get me started with the pawn called
or the unrestrained bullies with fangs
able to aim unlimited supplies of bombs
again
how much is about giving your buddies lucrative contracts
using military brass for glorified security guards
with wet dreams filling coffers with black gold
how far back should we look
just search
paths of treachery
of American politicians using
as a puppet to try and solve a “hostage crisis”
and when fighting started against a neighboring Ayatollah
strings got twisted
especially when dirty money slid under tables
seeding dreams of wealth and power
tangled with Iran-Contra lies
knots in throat of an x movie star president
then the CIA training of Afghan Jihad (i.e. holy war) fighters
many of which were Pakistani Islamic students called Taliban *
(see footnote at the end)
so try to cleanly dispose of the whole mess
using all out murder under the pretense of justice
well, who is braiding whose noose
getting closer to home
I'm watching couch potatoes wave flags
only to crouch behind a big bush
always trying to block everybody's view
and evade the truth
so tell me
where is the burning Bush in all of this
who needs a strong taste of humility
who will hoist that white flag after they die
for deeds add up like glow in the dark dominos
do not mistake guiding stars with stolen sunlight
can we tell the children about this
especially when sitting in papas lap,
for they just might grow up too fast
release nocuous gas
and take a serious crap
see the stretch only grows
when the older generations
can't digest the bullshit they've been fed
[[[pull out a dollar bill]]]
well, since corrupt secret members of society
abuse the reality of our bald eagle
and drill a deep grave for all birds of prey
we're left unknowingly collecting up
their visionary versions of swastikas
an illuminati temple imprinting dollar bill plates
with their omniscient eye
centered in a dizzying triangle
stamped with a private bank of whores
hoarding goods under a blanket of the Federal Reserve
the privileged few accumulating wealth and luxury
widening the gap
between those struggling to do right
and arrogant bastards forfeiting God
as the self-righteous imprison us
as living mummies
with so many bandages we can't see straight
maybe the child can relate to a dove
emerging from the heart of a virgin
or cathedral ceilings that reach towards heaven
yet beyond profound art
assisting struggling artist through a renaissance
comes the power-stricken
politically motivated characters
crouching in and between hollowed hallowed walls
while donned in exquisite jewelry
that infects holy robes
what about the so-called black popes
worse than assassinator
or any orgy-ridden emperors
but don't enter any crypts
especially at the
unless you go blindfolded and remain ignorant
and/or naive until you die.
the dove will not work anymore
because if used to lure a child onto the lap
of a bishop preacher teacher or any pedophile
the next thing you know
pasted photographs spread like fire
through the internet
animated on every pervert's desktop
yes this is the world we live in
where heartless zombies
pretend to be best friends
just to secure a business deal
yes living death surrounds
for too many suffocate their heart and soul
to breathe noxious freedom
after they committed suicide
and though appearing alive and well
they are rotten inside
and must someday face consequences
in places popularly referred to as flames of hell
and for those truly abiding by a golden rule
who learn and grow wiser with each passing day
the grace and compassion from life transfers
to the next seemingly infinite phase
its just like waking up from a dream
with its bitter and sweet empowered imagery
teaching some lessons about God and true love
let me finish by communicating this
its not so much about what you think
might happen after death
but what does happen
to those that listen to bedtime stories
and completely share God's light
throughout the expansion of our universe
this is where the unbendable end bends
through the curvature of space and time
realized as eternity by some.
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