sitting on the council

human rights/ or /human resources

sitting on the council
human rights/ or /human resources
built high scraping the clouds
fitted with black gold as mortar
bones and skulls tower above
looking down two sisters scoff
false patriotism a golden trowel
in the hands of the executioners
a name they say we have made
the whole world gazes at us in awe
like the headless bodies at the gate
there is a sign in the heavens crying
bodies rotting in the blistering sun
a harbinger missed of their own hands
crashing down into a heap in seconds
incestuous twins returned to dust

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at Read other articles by Robert.