not named yet and not finished. written in china..

Diamonds in Africa
Stone Bracelets in China
Rainbow thread in South America
A guy named Carlos
Baby seal soul on channel forty-one
Hair that can’t be cut with words
Ox atheist protection
Good luck and health
Little boy killers built by men
Everywhere
Pregnant best friend
White ladies with luring eyes
“I’m a print journalist, I drank it”
Americans buy the rocks
The whole race at gun point
Rush them aside; dismiss their life
The blind have the guns
Weak and angry with spirit
Rebels are taking the loot
While the drunken sleep on fire
Children lay their heads down and wait
To die or dance
Sneak through the light and smoke
Run through the dark and time
Dumplings and chop sticks
Forks and knives
Mothers and fathers
Offspring for sale
The great coiled snake dreams
He is a dragon
With pearls and rubies in his mouth
Blundering down the street
Confused as myth, secret as the meek
Raise the water
Kill the foe
Lesson the species, raise the price
Control us all
Refugee camps
Killing, trapping, enslaving
Doctors, lawyers, geniuses, better killers
All to maintain the imbalance
The axiom of power
The sacred comfort of few
The consumers who generate
The money to wage war
Control the supply and keep the demand high
Pay to keep the war going
How easy it is to brainwash a generation
Children walk in a line shooting
their blood bought weapons
While journalists swerve all over the road
Never getting anywhere besides
In a ditch
Quietly now, we must walk in the dark
With monkeys and crickets
Holding hands
Ivory, oil, gold, diamonds
Red roads
Sedimented death
Crass contempt, foreign liars
We build this world bone by bone
Blood white hands
No tooth brush just stench
Who are we
but those who didn’t die?
They all turn black
We are all each other’s own people
I guess we all have to kill a child sometime
Who are you working for?
Hunger turns us into irate irrational emotional fools
Ink turns us into mercenaries (martyrs)
Bombs turn us into insects
Drugs turn us into drones
Alcohol leaves us dry
Without memory of why
Pictures make us empty and others
Filled with envy
We are all slaves