Old Ghosts Still Breathing

What a time to be alive
Riding on the bullet
Shot from the brink of

Some hoping for it
Praying even

Screaming until blue in the face
Fearing for the future
Of our children
Yet no one hears

Money for bombs
But empty pockets
For education and food

Same old song and dance
One step forward
60 years back

Twisted values built
On shoulders of hate
And fear
With bigot ideals and
Misogyny values

Religious wars
Skin colors
Foreign policies
The list goes on

Old ghosts still breathing
They just own new faces
Wanting to police the world
Trying to walk backward
Into the future

Division tactics
False fucking flags
Home brewed terrorists

The media propaganda
Is the real sleeper cell
In an Elysium reality

The problem isn’t lack of religion either
It’s lack of empathy for fellow man
And the most treasured human emotion

If we don’t stray
From our current path
This nation will crumble
Unto itself

So enjoy it while it lasts
We had a good run
At least we’re still breathing
For now

James D. Casey IV is a published author of three volumes of poetry: "Metaphorically Esoteric," "Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine," and "Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins." His work has been featured in print and online several times at places like Triadæ Magazine, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers and more. You can find links to his books, social network profiles, and other projects on his website by clicking here: Read other articles by James D..