POEMS FOR PEOPLE IN PAIN

POEMS FOR PEOPLE IN PAIN

ATTORNEYS Slept Barbarians Came

This Titanic clock

Ticking  quietly

No one’s fault

Attorneys slept

When barbarians  came

Judge  Dean bewildered

This  bomb ticking

 Sleeping giants

Like titanic watchmen

SOS  starving iceberg ahead

At times shouting

Slow down

Play different tunes change music change course

Miracles happen

I survived  not the ship

From Athens I telephoned

Dean asleep

Sanford and son on Bahamas

 Three Poets and a Witness

Witness I am

Grateful to a witness never met

A noble man from Cankiri 1915

Singing silent prayers

For Sevag Siamanto Varujan

Three poets and one doctor

Traveling in darkness

Driver coaxing  aging horse

Run slow very slow

Longer life for dead poets

The way I paint

Depicting   scenes

Retelling

Painting somber Images

Recording history

 Barbaric acts against friends

And people in pain  

DEA”s  Sense of Smell

DEA’s sense of smell

Sharp as

Nazis’ sense of Jews and gypsies

Masters hunting negroes

Pashas  killing poets

They also have guns

And the Congress

So you poor addicts of pain

Keep  head down

 Keep quiet

Or self destroy  

Me Armenian He a Jew

This feminine snake

  Scared  beyond   belief

  Reckless and  irrepressible

 Driven like a 17-year-old in heat

 Jumping over  treasures

 Chandeliers shaking  at awe

 As  Nazis graced my  home in Washington

 Wife daughter son shackled

Yiddish  Armenian Turkish and English prayers

 Nazi men don’t  say much

 Grunt growl  push  shove

 OOOH  my  God Jesus  Moses or Mohammed

 Instantly I read badge ending “ IAN” my  tribe

 David Sanfordian … my blood the agent in charge

 We  Anatolian roots …. heritage

Hey brother

Yes  …I know  all Nazis  duty  comes first

Soldiers  are  men  and must

Yet please … wife daughter off  handcuffs

  Chain me    if you wish  or son

 I Armenian and he a Jew

 My tribesman smiling

“ Oooh Dr. Pill mill.

 Color race tribe  no sweat

America wants no  hogs  “

Sorry My Dear For Hearing Voices

So sorry my dear

 Awfully sorry for shame

 My deepest grief

 Not prison  nor  death

 Blemish of blame

 Black  rumors

Self-destructive smoke

 Engulfing family

 Sorry for hearing voices

  They  can be  loud

  Human  yelps

 Moans from soldiers

 Forgotten wars  retired miners

 Old young  black white trash

Popping Pills for Freedom

You ask why I pop pills

  Not once or twice

  Day after day

 Not to get high

 Some  say we white trash

Tennessee hillbillies

 Uncle battled  in Nam

 Brother flew big bird

 For freedom    

  Bush said “ Tame Muslim boys”

 I went to Taliban

 Over there  purple star

“Great job Billy

 Take this pill

Warriors are men”

Came home crippled

 Army doctor  good man

 Disabled soldier

 Free  methadone for life

    

 Casualties from the DEA assault  on

     Salerian Center of Neuroscience and Pain

 Two physicians, one Nobel laureate, several disabled veterans,

 many  retired coal miners  college students  and ordinary Americans

                                                    Staff     Associates      Patients    Media-TV    Pain Advocates

 Sexual assault                            1                                                   

 Torture                                         1

 Physical assault                                                                   1

Trauma + hospitalization           1                                      1

 Premature death                         1               1                   7              1                          2

 Harassment                                                                          28            1                          2

 False arrest imprisonment                           1                    4

 Loss of  custody  of a minor                          1                   1

 Job loss                                        1                                                       1

The new Tuskeegee: persecution of pain doctors in America

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