Unreality

Floating heads whisper ancient charms
until my ears are burning with
secrets I know I cannot keep.
"Keep your head! Don’t let go!"
they try to tell me,
but now I’m in too deep.
My chest rips open and oozes
the sins I’ve hidden while
Death tries my soul to reap.
I lie amidst the darkness
and a spirit casts a spell
to lull me to eternal sleep.

Ferguson

"Hands up! Don’t Shoot!"
the people cry in the night.
But riot gear and gas make clear
that the people have no rights.

Peaceful people beg and pray
that their son be not forgot.
They urge police their crimes to cease
and the Reaper to justice be brought.

"Protect and serve" are the very words
that the force pretends to heed.
But after all they have the gall
to laugh when the people bleed.

Do not forget the tragedy
that sparked and fanned the flames.
Persecute the cops who shoot,
and infamize their names.

Spread the word that you’ll be heard
and the murderer punished, too.
Remind the heat you won’t be beat
and that they should fear you!