Feeling Creative....
Congressional Murder by proxy
By Timothy B. Chiacchira
Glaring, white misshapen teeth,
Born squeezing screams in-between.
Solar flares of lies, dying down
Oaths, on lips, hand rose,
On blood riddled with lies.
Tearing up down upon
To vandalize,
On that night,
Scorn smiled.
Flesh, rotten
Incinerated baked flour
Hard and torn to malnourished
Children without peace
Clouded old wrinkled vision
Aye, blood, Aye blood, Aye blood
Upon your unwashed foul
Maggoty hands.
Tears flying high
On your gods alter, rippling
Seedlings flung to some paradise
Marching dark screams extraordinary rendition...
Till blood palmed prints written lies
Oaths Constitution
Tattered like a dream.