Only forgotten blood

there’s no monuments for the wars
we’ve fought
there’s no holiday to celebrate the
blood left pooling in the grass when
doghead put six into that crips head
there was theater and crying and demands
a whiteboy killing a black thug filled the
pages for weeks

no one petitioned for a memorial when
glenn fought the government for better
housing in a rat infested project
after a lifetime he died alone from life
sucking cancer

there were no midnight vigils when little
mary raped over and over and over again
swallowed every pill she could find and
crawled into a sewer drain to sleep finally
without fear

Enrica, old and determined, sick of the
fear charged the stairway of his junkie
daughter’s home driving crack dealers
and coke whores into the street
no one said a word when the old man and
his family were found executed
all five the blood ran down the stairs like
water only red

there are no monuments for the wars
we’ve fought
only forgotten blood

J. Masuda © 2004
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