Under the Mud

Under the mud

lies a smorgasbord of death

in all its forms.

Under the mud

lies a travesty disguised

as democracy.

Under the mud

lies the keys

to death’s kingdom.

Squelch through the mud

in a state of disbelief saying to yourself

this can’t be in the land of milk and honey.

Squelch through the mud

to retrieve the keys

which will open death’s door

and the hands of the living dead

reach out beseechingly

while eerie voices cry out

help us please.

And you say, like refugees these people be

But that can’t be in the land of milk and honey

And the word changes to evacuee.

And you start to wonder what was happening elsewhere

while you were sitting under the liberty tree

and why the tree didn’t have roots strong enough

to protect and cover all the citizenry.