Poetry

What’s Happening Here

the White House a southern bell by design

this gated plantation slave made foundation defies time

for history tells only a few truths

stories lost and made-up to keep peoples and troops

under political thumbs and eyes of drones

families captive in prison-like homes

folks drunk on toxic food, drugs, liquor and beer

keeping brains and minds unclear

tv and news instilling division and fear

veiling the global systematic slavery

something we all have chosen not to believe

so when you’re through hammering your last nail

retirement parties and plaques that honor and hail

when you finally sit back and toss up your feet

be prepared — your ass might end up on the street

for the Tax Man will be knocking at your door

because you’ve paid all your life but your owners want more

don’t bother your friends or neighbors asking for money or help

the majority has been programmed to only think about themselves

lost in the chaos, dazed on the couch watching life on a screen

so they don’t have to experience reality of such extremes

here where violence, killing and war is accepted

daily nightmares are televised and expected

people’s lives played like monopoly by the Oligarchy

debt masquerades as wealth and health is a commodity

civil rights and privacy is a thing of the past

privatized prisons full with People of Color and low-income caste

seeds and living beings are patented and sold

corporations running the world ragged for oil, money and gold

clean air, food and water is scarce

chemical pollution and global warming destruction is fierce

power, money and guns are more important than lives

political corruption and division continue arguments and fights

over 50% of population popping pills just to get out of bed

gender and racial inequality keep people from moving ahead

it’s ok to lie, cheat, steal and take others resources and lands

have we as a country lost our humanity and compassion?

sometimes I wonder how all of this happened

and continues to go on — unquestioned

*Poem from Heirs of November

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KM Sharp

KM Sharp is a poet, writer, MSW, activist, producer, and photographer originally from Saint Louis, Missouri. She moved to Los Angeles, California and now lives as a digital nomad traveling and exploring the world and currently resides in Mexico. For the past 13 years, she has slow traveled throughout the world gathering experiences and stories to share through her poetry, writings, and photography. Her most recent nomadic adventures have been to South East Asia, Oceania, Europe, and Mexico.

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