Friday, October 11, 2013

Let Them Pass










Dark clouds hover high above, as tyrants plot to destroy
This sacred land of which American Patriots love…

War vets who bravely answered their beloved country’s call,
Are now denied entrance to THEIR gallantly earned statues and memorial walls…

Arrogant politicians insolently forget,
This great country owes an enormous debt of gratitude to her military Vets…

Fading away slowly with age, WWII’s once young men should be highly revered,
Until they’re honorably laid to rest in a hero’s grave…

They are the U.S. Marines, who fought valiantly hand to hand,
Destroying our enemies on hostile blood soaked foreign sand…

They’re Soldiers, who landed on the beaches of Normandy,
Charging forward amid lifeless fallen comrades, to keep our country free…

They’re Seamen, who pounded their targets nonstop with bombs of fury…
And Airmen, who flew dangerous missions upon silver wings of glory…

The generations more recently, who fought in Korea and Vietnam…
Securing freedom as an inheritance to America’s future children…

The younger vets of Iraq, Afghanistan too…
Deserve better treatment than they receive from haughty political fools…

Shame on you Mr. President and your sycophant disrespectful cronies!
To these heroic men and women, you’re ALL nothing but greedy lying phonies!

They are the ones, who have unselfishly sacrificed flesh and bone,
While you sit comfortably upon your sanctimonious bloody White House throne!

Some may be feeble, tired and old, but they still have a fire
Burning deep within their virtuous soul…
Mr. President, remove the barriers, open the gates, and let them pass,
Before they storm your gates of spite like yesteryear’s battles,
And embarrass your anti-American ass!

© Leatherman 2013





Thursday, October 3, 2013

He Is Gone



Stop the clocks,
Turn off the lights,
Silence the laughter
Of children playing,
He is gone….

Draw the curtains,
Latch the doors,
Leave us
In our time of sorrow,
He is gone…

He was our strength
In moments of weakness,
A beacon of light
To guide us,
He was our compass
When we lost our way,
Our voice when we couldn’t speak,
He shared his wisdom
When we were unwise,
He was the heart of our family.
And now…
He is gone.

For Amy

© Leatherman 2013




Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Forgiveness

Oh despair
Inconsolable soul,
Haunted by past sins
From by gone days of old…

Burdened with deep remorse,
Amid constant reminder
By beloved impervious brood…
Binding torturous shackles
Revivify brittle aging wounds…

Countless attempts at redemption
Seem impossible to gain…
Sadly the beast of rage succumbs,
Feeding an appetite for vengeance,
Savoring the taste of perpetual pain…

Glaring dark eyes give an embittered glance,
Youthful tongue utters sharp lexis,
Piercing a still mourning heart
With its bloodthirsty willful lance….

Alas, the spirit grows weary and frail,
Fraught with intense tormented regrets,
Attempting futilely to make amends,
Shedding impenetrable tears of distress and fret…

Forgiveness, the key to peace of mind,
Beautiful white wings of freedom,
A quenching drop of cool clear water
To a soul’s embedded burning guilt….

Longing for that glorious day,
When my lips, for the last time declare
Two heartfelt words to you, “I’m sorry”…
I yearn to witness your eyes and mouth say,
Sincerely “I forgive you”

©Leatherman 2013





Wednesday, September 18, 2013

My Silent Scream


Who will consider me?
For I have not yet emerged…

Who will speak for me?
For I have no words…

Who will stand up for me?
For I’m much too small…

Who will fight for me
Against man’s brutal law?

I’m growing everyday
In my mother’s womb,
As they lead her to
A cold sterile room…

My comfort is her beating heart
Until I feel my body
 Violently ripping apart…

No one thought of whom I’d become,
I’ll never ever play,
I’ll never laugh or run…
No one came to rescue me…
No one heard
My silent scream!

©Leatherman 2013




Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Color of Hate

The blade has no sense of hate,
Nor can a gun or its bullet
An enemy make

Hands are directed by
Evils ominous plan…
Tearing and thrashing,
Delivering brutal blows to
Their fellow man

Blood spilled for vengeance,
Greed, power or envy…
From the beginning of time,
Vain notion of superiority…
The tragic human fallacy

Dwelling much deeper
Than the pigment of skin,
More intricate than dialect,
Global location or
Disparity of religion

The color of hate
Has no tincture at all
It’s the beast of darkness
Occupying anguished barren souls


©Leatherman 2013

Friday, July 26, 2013

Chiraq (Chicago) American War Zone


CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Leads Nation’s highest crime rate

For black on black…
Swept under the rug of ugly truth,
Lap dog media ignores the city’s slain youth…

Young teens gunned down
In poverty stricken mean streets…
No respect for fragile life
At all,
Brutality is their cold cultured law!

Meanwhile back in Washington D.C.,
President, preachers and Mr. A.G.
Have no time or interest to intervene…
Focusing on crucifying a fair skin innocent man,
Feeding their racially divisive political plan!

You won’t hear reverend Al’s plea,
Shouting “Justice for Darryl Green!”

Or any other murdered kid’s name…
They’re dispensable in his unholy hypocritical game!

 Strict gun laws crush good citizen’s right

To protect themselves in the survival fight…
Leader of the bloody town, Mayor Emanuel,
Denies he oversees city streets of Hell! 

CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Overwhelmed by corruption, thugs and drugs…
Ground soaked with mother’s tears

Mixed with her dead child’s blood!
Mr. Obama’s former ILLinois home…
Shameful display of an

American War Zone!

 © Leatherman 2013


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Reverend Sharp Tongue


Screecher  preacher
Man of faith?
Your message is lethal
Full of hate

Race baiting phony
Man of God?
Disgracing His name
By acts of fraud

Line your pockets with
Blood soaked cash
Stabbing opponents
In the back

Reverend Sharp Tongue
Change your wicked heart
Before you’re
Fanning Satan’s spark

 © Leatherman 2013