weight of my soul

try as i might ...

weight of my soul

many times i have fed the angers

of others thru word or deed

i have set full the tables of many

shared food with those of need

i have written more than my share 

such words of wit

that still don't mean one iota only s**t

a rolex does not your jesus wear

or walk round wearing gown with tear

john prine sang it right

flag decals won't get you into heaven 

try as you might

i try to bring words hoping to make change

but my mind fails me

for i cannot for the life of me

find the word that has rhyme

with dead babies

i piss on the graves of racist

drowning the flowers in poisonous stream

i remember their hatred every time 

i wipe my a*s

this this man called trump

carried upon your shoulders as hero

does not care what you want what you need

only for you to fill his ego

and carry his fat a*s like he is your king

you spread lie you make

of how you think it used to be

in selfish gesture do you remember

cheapen days great and exaggerate 

the wrongs of others

you parade waving your flags of insurrection and ignorance

your pied piper smiles to himself

writing down numbers that 

don't match his game

now was that a 5 or even a 4

i don't remember but it is as i say

his spawn are no better than he

arrogance pathetic arrogance

is their color for the day

there is no respect for law or order

none come forward in defense 

of the stupid 

younger brother

10 billion dollars does donnie boast

his pockets hold

and yet you continue to pay 

to his innocent pleas

because he has needs of his legal bills

for the wrongs he did not do

so help him god

let the fat b*****d pay his own fukin way

you are the too stupid to know better

sheeple of his flock

not faithful but fearing his retaliation

as he denigrates you on the journey to the cliffs calling 

like the lemmings it frequently dines

and i continue to write

and you continue to read this collection of wit

that to a tree don't mean s**t

filled with the fires feeding my angers

blistering searing burning hole in my soul

for the life of me

thru words oh so kind or beautiful

angry rants political arguments and accusations

i cannot still find the words rhyming with

dead babies

the weight of my soul is heavy

for the dead babies of violence and war

Author's Note

do something!
do something stop the murder of babies!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You kept my interest till you mentioned trump. I am no fan of his, but then again I don't think much of the other fella either. In fact if you want my opinion I think most politicians are a pain in the derriere because they are only interested in lining their pockets and don't care a jot about you or I. As for dead babies, no one likes dead babies. Go tell Putin he could stop it all, That is one hell of a heavy stone you are carrying, Peace brother.

Chris

[keith]

trump is a heavy ingredient of racial angers
i will never speak well of him
i will not avoid telling it as i see it
yes most don't like dead babies
however there are many that don't give a damn

this is my battle call my call to arms
perhaps it will make it to vlad's ear thru word of mouth or even his reading

would be terrific were he to heed my words and cease his hatred and murders but it is not so
i will continue to write as you know

i prod the bear not just to awaken
but to awaken it's angers
it is there i know well it's weakness
peace to you chris shaw peace to you