F. P. Gallo

Union, New Jersey, USA

Justice Save us from the halls of justice, the statue is blind but peeks bluntly over the country. Nobody notices at least the ones who are there, heckling and bargaining over lives, but the exception is theirs. Lock up your poor tired masses whether it is poverty or extenuating circumstances.	Voyeur There was a time we worried about 1984, it didn't come we knocked on the door. Airing and venting our most intimate secrets to flow on air, for who ever wants to tune in and stare.	Esquire The parasites are among us, hovering, like vultures waiting for the unavoidable. Ceasing media for exploitation of misery; Vipers waiting to strike! Turning trivial matters into catastrophes, for nothing more than personal gain. Not taking into consideration physical or emotional pain.
Healers Doctors taking the oath of greed, instead of Hippocrates, leaving behind pain and red lesions, rather than healing. Money is what guides the scalpeled hand. Implants and pills physicians anxious to give, not caring, because it is lucrative.	Pan Handlers Walking on the streets of New York City, seeing nomads around permanent fixtures on the sidewalk grating or part of a doorway, holding their worn out paper cups like flags of surrender, begging for tender.	Physic Dionne trying to convince me why I need their bogus service. Constantly insulting my intelligence, telling me they will provide guidance. The second I pick up the phone, I surrender independence.
Article 3 A country, separating church and state. No prayer in school, it's crystal clear. The money in my pocket in God we trust the pledge of allegiance, one national under god. When did the fanatics slip in and turn for what we stand into a contradiction?

All poems Copyright © 1997 F. P. Gallo. All rights reserved.