Republican Hell

All is not well.
The world has gone to hell
Because all we want to sell
Are guns that fire a shell
Faster than time can tell
The seconds when victims fell,
Bleeding enough to fill a well.
‎The leaders you elected smell
Like the sulfur they'll breathe in hell,
Foul odors we should expel
The next election by a groundswell
Of people, like me, compelled
‎To shake you by the lapels
And leave you with this bombshell:
Vote Republican and I foretell –
To all that's good just say farewell.

Turbulence

The voice called out with mild insistence,
Announcing the fact of turbulence,
A promised inconvenience
Of only slight duration.

And in the rattling of the world

That followed
My prayer to God was swallowed,
With all my guilt and sorrow,
Before it could be born.

Before the world was born,

When the sun shone upon endless sea
In a silent, starless sky,
Did God consider and decree
That Man was meant to fly?

If God-given mind is able

To bend steel to metal wings,
Then God perforce must favor
The inconvenience of things
Like turbulence -
Along with the malevolence
That from human mind does spring. 

Imaginary Evil

The problem of evil
Is the rejection of truth.
But we cannot agree on the truth
And so disagree about evil.

The problem is ancient,

From the days of the cradle
Where stars did form and thrive:
For all that we argue
And all that we cry,
We don't even know we're alive.

Golden Worm

The Iniquities of the Age,
And the Barbarity of Yore
All sprout the same black gore.

The avarice that piled coins high
At the point of bloodied blade
Today sees sums in bank accounts
Rise in high surreal amounts.

How to explain the riches of today
If not as a parade of terror,
Oppression, destruction,
And pain
That makes our evil plain?

Across the world and in plain sight,
A testament to greed's blind might,
Spreads the wreckage of the poor,
The hapless living near the lure
Of the beast of gold in sundry forms,
A monster feeding worms.

Burning towns, piles of corpses,
And bullet-ridden cattle,
The cries of women raped,
And wailing children
End another wicked battle.

Petroleum, uranium,
Gold, silver, iron ore,
Futures and stocks, too -
All produced by the same gore.

The malice that in ancient times
Raised marauding armies,
And the contempt that in our time
Loosed financial ruin -
The mythic despot and the banker
Share that timeless heartbeat,
The drum that beats the dirge
Of the planet's strongest scourge.