Sometimes We Ask*

Sometime we listen

but what do we hear?

sometime stay still

and breathe

until a deafening silence

opens your senses

to the thunderous barrage,

war without dimensions,

relentless cascade,

hate filled, race distilled

imaginations,

of meat on a block,

value per pound,

good muscle,

good teeth,

good bad air

to breathe,

until the air

and the water

become values

to bargain and cede.

Good God, why do I say that?

where’s the good in a God

we can trade for a gain,

bring that spirit of holiness,

the word of what profit?

Did I spell that write,

are we slaves 

to our own thoughts,

bred in a cesspit

of greed

dressed as righteousness?