93: A Fair Balance

Focusing on my country's battlecries
as they reconstruct
and deconstruct
an abandoned nation.


One hand reaches
                                   out
                                        to help the
fallen; those "lower lives",
the ones once directed by soulless lies.
Bricks and mortar -- Pass the hammer,
building blocks and infrastructure.

The other holds most vicious attacks
that rival god - the choice of weapon:
Shiny silver pistols enclose shiny silver bullets
The sky is
                   falling -- no, wait it's
                        dropping
                        gifts of death for friend and foe.

It grabs the nation, choking         strangles by the neck
in perfect position.

With one hand floating in the airs of hope
and the other pulling the trigger.

92: alongside trees and picket-fence

Sit around and watch, observing all; the world's a show,sit back and see them talk. So true, so real.
We are almost tricked, until we realize
that we control the volume.

As still as freeze-frame photo-ops
yet honestly denying simple facts of matters
- common sense -
(as if us thieves would break their trust)
Absorbing all, Becoming all,
transparent to the rest.

They could have lived in city-states
and slept in forums, making haste
of conjured thoughts and wisdom.

Words illustrate the spin and form the basis of it all.