5am

It's 5 am she walks for liberty
Full Moon out in route towards
Victory
Discharge Spark cOmpressed
Screams Cacophany
Shots flare shards air pierce pods dreams abruptly
Kid runs trapped midair feet retreat
Freedom puts youth down
Wrists round locked
Now, Take a seat!
Wrapped him up quick and heavy handedly
A mother's tears bleed nerve froze fearfuly
Freedom gave her a shot
It gave her a shock
Stop!
Bruise fore
eminating to knot
No amount of ICE can stop
This headlong swelling compelling internally wrought
Though screams clawed seams torn
Hes horned and enters her spot
She's scorned seeds born girl sworn
American bought
All but broken
soul Ecuadorean thought
She has a brother
She will never unlock
Lost in this American plot
This degeneration will be publicised
With heart receivers turned down
As if the deafening cry of mother's
Were mere crickets in the night.
As if the American dream slumbered to a nightmarish wrought
No surprise
History has no alibi
When will the hurting stop
While the future rhymes
With humanity's past repeatedly
Will Blood be the only tender
With which freedom can be bought equally?




It's 5am father's punching a clock
Provision the only vision getting him out of the cot
Freedom says to grind whether it's the weekend or not
Proletariat regardless of liberties sought
Bricks bricking walls to block con sin trait flocks
Quick to trade squares for diminishing returns
Quick to blame their's fore he blames despair traded by Montgomery Burns
In the inter air "a coming storm"
At home he warns
Redwing boot corns
Buy a glock then a rifle
now it seems
The Gun's his bible
He's not afraid Just prepared
But when the barrel fired
Son retired
He had a safe so how'd this transpire?
Well prepared Guns with care
With all this power
To protect
His Liberty & Freedom
All that's left is divorce and these demons
The first thing you say "it's not me" like a child caught in a lie a parent can see
It's slowly happening
continually
With all your power
What do people flower?
History is not still, its built on lead-head repeating threads unread
Terrorist feed nourishment dead
retweets halfstories
Of whole truths happening
continually
We were never great
Just fortunate
Unfortunately
This degeneration is being televised
Brains fried like ducks dying nasty
As if the deafening of truth were not
Digging at your floor
As if the deafening casualties could be muted by a treacherous horad
We're underwhelmed repetisiously
There is not enough guns and board
Not enough memory
Not enough cord
Too much Gravity
Paracord thrashes violently
Freefalling swords our world view
BlissfulTragedy



Its 5 am his phone rings liberally
Discharge Spark Compression pierced dreams slumbering
High rise high tide hi buys suit ties
knot wife hot yacht docked yuge lot
He wore diamond rocks long before signing those legal docs
Paid to lead not read bitter bee
Cause he can't see past the hate breed unPresidentially
Hot air debonair derriere of despair
Cut the strings the golf swings
Finer things all you'll find is trashy-er flings
No hair, no love, fickle forms of a moral token:
Believe you me, freedom knows now nothing better me bomb walls diss dumb wisdumb media makes trumpet's come troop Twitter flukes false fake Hillary Russian great war on American industry WAIT bet cha always trust me radically always improving immigration animals illegally steal coal hammers haters equality deals blow hard never quit easy trade liberal prick quick corruption biggly swamp WIN agenda not a sin nor or a saint anger footprints on a star mangled banner con stealing results revealing tax hack c y a wrong reverse a right that never a loser alternative facts completely unwoke not ranting and raving he's not ranting and raving reread what he's saying Quote unquote he's not america saving

Bulls can't even pass the grass this man is tainting
His Nonsense Policy have got all of scholars copitulating
Just assuming and shooting Holes into the future without without aiming
Killing and wounding the darkness the unknown the aging the all alone even his own will suffer due to his manipulating
Throwing Scathing ignorance in this American po tent i al it

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It's 5 a.m. and once bravery was plot now ignorant found bravery is sought
Down range social change
plainly distraught
Once decorated with humble colors of countries saved freedom fought
Yet today more armory is the topic of talk
More rights 2 fear thy neighbor
And labor cheaply bought
Fist waving words scathing but the passion has rot
Cause in the end no weapons are stronger than thought
The union the communion
This borderless truth ruined
Leaves blood red have Forgotten the root
People remember when ruthless your boot
Security fiction without purity shared
Authority friction when majority scared
Your self made prison made greater
By hate
Your walled in prism bleached by colors of state
Forgotten the compromise the duty to flex
No honor in humility and grace
Just pride in self and save face
Replaced by displaced faith in
Party lines and judges paid place
To stamp them and clamp them
Send them away
As if the deafening of youth were not crying at your door
As if the deafening of truth were not
Digging at your floor
As if the deafening cry of mother's
Were no more
As if the deafening try was not higher than the mediocre low
As if the deafening tide were not eating the Jersey Shore
As if the American dream were not
A nightmare to labor
As if the deafening casualties could be muted by a treacherous horad
As if the deafening sound of father's
Begging bleeding praying against a walled off river of freedom
That was once great but allowed fear to dictate
How's to just do their job and watch the evil grow stronger on the outside of the gate
With a blinking eye a gun by her side she served to protect but it seems she is only contributes to the bereft


I listen I stare eyes see that I care
But these banners of pride once struggled for fair
I listen I stare eyes see that I care
But this banter bout borders
Leaves me writhing in despair
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
But these children are dying
From inaction FB share
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
But is it real ?
disbelief is chosen over here and here
and we hear death calling there names
over they’re different than hour ours
who do think There are? Better?
I listen I stare eyes see that I care
Got bullets and guns and fear to spare
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
Bout freedom bout liberty bout truth
About Amer I cant
Give freely or compassionately
Because why I chant
My thoughts my feelings translate to My fact
My freedom my liberty is to much to pay that
Alien animal criminal with w*****k



It's 5 a.m.
He woke flat broke yet home is the Colosseum
Steps home of the red the white and
The blue blood gums
The music he strums
The suits he runs from
White is the hue
pigment looking down nostral
for him ain't nothing new
That blanche truth is his scrapmetal
that he could've never shine through
Red are the signs and taillights the view he's grown accustomed to
reminders that redemption and redistribution and rediscovery and redolance were for the few
All these colors faded from years of flying within his dome
Or could it have been hisstory of no home foster homes
Reality was a sortie freedom
Burned from birth like his skintone
His sister mister misters
For leaders with lapel flags
Beautiful semisweet mix of mom and dad
He Never knew her or
pursued her he was tumbling rags
Refuse of the state separated from mother
by Maga's mantrata moaning
wed to a country malnourished and smothered
with privlage and apathetic groaning
Her Freedom was killed on the beat
People partially fed took to the street
little changed other than headlines
And Freedom's child carried on his emotional gunny
Time passed and she married into money
Her brother couldn't even be mad
His freedom died before she was had
When Freedom had him tied down on concrete
Wandering street to seek shelter but can not sleep
Hearing his mother's dreams nightmare with Freedom on top of her
Left to wonder how Hate broke hope inside her at 5am on our side of the border

Reviews

[barleygirl]

When I stand back & look at your writing here, I think, this is an exhaustive spill of intensely-stated observations, along with strong feelings all this ranting provokes -- generally this feels like one long complex downer. And I believe that's how many people have been viewing life in the USA or life in covid times or whatever impacts one's expectations of living in a more carefree way. There is nothing carefree about this rant & it feels as if the narrator is pretty critical about everything, even when observing the basic stuff along the path of life, everything is painted in vivid ways, but also with a heavy dose of hopelessness. I would guess this narrator, even if life was all rainbows & roses, would see things as being this dismal becuz it's become this person's way of seeing anything & everything. Life is the s***s & I can see it this way too, but it's a self-fulfilling prophesy. The more gentle parts of life cannot thrive near an attitude such as this, so only darkness prevails, it seems (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sethnicity]

Thanks for the review and yes, It is a downer. It is also a long exposure take on actual events that are taking place in my country. Yes, I could be writing about the migration of butterflies and the smiles on my children's faces but that's not the intent of the poem. This is an exercise of examining the human condition within my country from several places. Forcing one's self to not look over the uncomfortable realities around us.. The unintended consequences of our innocent intentions or calloused opinions. I inhaled America and Exhaled Bukowski.

[barleygirl]

Thank you for sharing this . . .

[Cherrie Palmer]

There's lots to say about this piece, I only have a minute
So,
I'm highlighting one of my favorite 'words '
True skill, -hisstory--
More than clever, it builds on your momentum.

[Sethnicity]

I love you Cherrie. You know how to make me smile. You took an cargo plane, unpacked and recondensed it down to one word... You my friend are a beautiful soul capable of capturing galaxies within a marble!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Good Morning, I hope all is well with you and your family. :) and the true gift is always in your work.
Happy Father's day to you and yours.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You, Cherrie! I still get sad when reading this which was written about two years before I posted here. It's actually two different poems that I merged into one. I will separate them in time but for now, I'm just gonna let this simmer.

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's great to see you. I think the two poems complement each other.