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KETANJI BROWN JACKSON HEARING

Hearing loss is not unheard of 

in those of a certain age.

Ages past teach us history

of voices raised under the lash

of slavery and misogyny,

striving to be heard.

We hoped the voice of power

might learn to listen one day,

to heed history’s silent warning

not to toss away with such disdain

the unfamiliar insights gained

by those who struggled to maintain

dignity and wisdom despite 

such soulful pain.

we hoped they could learn to quiet

the voice of evil echoing from the past,

and respect those who overcame

the blunt instruments of power 

under the lash used to subject 

those whose talents challenged

with unintended threat

their white supremacy game.

A game no one can or should aspire 

to win seems to have caught fire

in minds and imaginations of their fans

who watch from bleachers on FOX or C-Span

as their team attempts to steal the ball,

bribes umps and referees

and announcers reporting their calls.

Supremacist fans chant and cheer and rally,

raise money for the cause.

Cheerleaders lead the chants: donald, josh, 

marco, marjorie, lindsey,  tucker et. al.

Beneath the din of gamesmanship

a nation listens for its fall

as a woman Black and small

whispers smiling words of reason

with a heart full of love for country

which just might save us all.

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THE WHITENESS OF WAR AND PEACE

Afghanistan,Democratic Republic of Congo, Ethiopia,

Myanmar, South Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Ukraine

to name a few where war is hell 

due to shelling missiles and bombs.

Roaming tanks and armored vehicles

hauling troops shoot civilians at will:

children hiding in shelters,

adults seeking bread,

pregnant women giving birth.

Destruction of hospitals and schools

creates a living hell.

And while wise heads of state debate

wars continue unabated,

except for the acts of the truly courageous

whom we all agree do not deserve such fate.

Look deeper where no bombs yet fall

to places where despots and bullies stand tall.

The USA, the UK, France, Hungary et al.

Leaders elected but never impeached by an electorate

which loves hostility in its games and entertains

itself with harsh rhetoric and hate,

sexist and racist snipes and attacks

against those who disclose white men lack 

a claimed true supremacy, used for centuries

to hold top of place in every endeavor.

Even in hearings selecting Supreme Court Justices

white supremacy seeks to trump the most sage. 

White men, and women too, wage

war with words on FOX News and in media

unused to being used as propaganda tools.

Facebook, Meta, Twitter, Tik Tok

and others are weapons of war before

other armaments become necessary

in a place where votes set agenda for democracy.

Ukraine is the not the start of the Third World War.

Ukraine is the first place democratic patriots fight back.

All democracies have been under word and cyber attack.

Stop the gaslit words. Stop the hate.

Stop the lies. Stop the insider attacks

on nomination of candidates, elections

and sacred halls of government.

Contemplate truth and defend it

before lethal attacks increase 

and weapons of war become legal,

unlicensed and hidden from view

until they are used to attack you

and those we need to guide us through

World War Three.

We who love our democracy

are counting on you.

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Prejudice on the Move

Can you tell me why

We hurl stereotypes

Onto the backs of refugees

Fleeing equal terrors,

Seeking equal favor,

Hoping for survival?

Can you tell me

Why we blindfold

Our fearful eyes

With stories of savages

And thugs unless

Those in flight look like

You or I ?

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HAIKU

We have spoken the

unspeakably and cruel truth.

War kills living things.

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MARCH OF SUNRISE

Confusion knocks about the yard.

Degrees climb from their beds

until Cold drops down from afar

bringing Rain and cooler heads.

Birds shelter in the pines,

chattering endlessly.

Even the Insects chant their rhymes.

Not the joyous songs of Spring

but curious verse of wondering.

Ground remains frozen with mirth

at the duplicity of Mother Earth.

Buds set on Tree and Bush.

Bulbs grudgingly against Soil push.

Forsythia is no silly fool

sensing Climate is Lord of Misrule.

She refuses yet to bloom

awaiting Snow’s futile return so cruel.

It is too soon to celebrate Winter’s demise.

This is only recess, not summer vacation.

Still, it is a lovely surprise 

to see such a glorious Sun rise.

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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

What brings the night to bear

such weighted worry and care

that sleep eludes the grip

of dreams yearning to appear

and yawning gasps for air ?

Breath settles too deep

in lungs already fast asleep

while brain sizzles and burns

in a body which tosses and turns.

And thus, I leave my bed to write

of nothing even close to delight,

knowing I shall face down dawn

weary, drooped and drawn.

The words continue awake and long

for a place I can feel strong.

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MASK THE SKY

The Covid pandemic stole funerals for the loved ones

left behind to bury their dead.

Final viewings in pleasant rooms

meant to dispel the sorrowing gloom

of family and friends

gathered to share fond memories

and mend the tear in hearts

became limited to the closest few

wiling to dare the threat of virus.

How fearful it all seemed

to nations unwilling to mask against infection

and end the dread of more illness and death.

“Freedom” shouted anti-vaxers who waged war 

on those in need of greatest protection.

And yet.

And yet.

Those truly defending their freedom

lie dying and dead unable to even be buried.

Bodies stacked along streets

of Mariupol, Chernihiv and Sumy.

Bombs rain down upon still-living heads

one-a-minute, bringing more dead

to fall without witness other than

their fellow dead. 

Too dangerous to gather bodies

torn apart and bled.

Too dangerous to even bury the corpse.

No funerals nor gatherings of course.

How much crueler can life get?

And  still anti-maskers refuse to mask;

not their own faces, but the skies above Ukraine

allowing missiles still to rain

down nothing but death

upon those who truly know what it means

to stand for freedom.

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BURNT OFFERINGS

Burnt offerings

from a mother dead

thirty years past

left smoking hot

on the stove top

in a dream confused

by vegetables wrapped

in stars

the sweet smell of meat

charred to sugar

potatoes sliced and crisped

arranged across the sky

amid the stars.

discovered after she

was ushered to the car

to begin her own journey

away from me

food left behind

to nurture a daughter

nearly blind

with grief for other mothers 

and daughters, and self.

Ancient lessons taught

in the dead of night

of the power of burnt offerings

I had thought were hers

but in truth

are mine.

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STUMBLING TOWARD PEACE

How limited is man’s reason

at the best of times

in calm seas

when a light touch 

is all the need?

Calm hand on the helm

as ships of state range

angry seas roiled and rolling

in waves of megalomania

matters even more,

while people plead for

even more power

as innocent citizens cower

in basements and tunnels,

where children are crying

and parents sighing

their inability to reach safety.

If answers were known

the problem would already be 

solved for a frightened humanity.

There are no easy answers,

no negotiation nor compromise

when reason has become undone.

Questions such as those we face

can only be answered

by history, after becoming

stumbled upon by those whose reason

holds fast despite the blast

of missiles and bombs.

It is not only armaments unleashed

which make us stumble and fall;

also, reason undermined by tall

tales and lies which cloud

the road to freedom and the end of war.

We cannot pretend to know what will work.

Strategy cannot portend outcomes.

We are all in the dark ages now

hoping for reason to light a new way,

a renaissance to unfold

that the story to be told

will end with cheers and delight

of a world with greater insight.

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Shout Out

Trust is a difficult thing

to those without wings

asked to fly.

Hope fades heart strings

Of those pulled awry

by questions unanswered.

We try

to keep faith with leaders

who cannot say why

they stand aside.

We plead for speed

To save lives.

Answers lie within

not outside;

but words must be

Shouted out to be heard

so there is no doubt

what we expect

To protect

Ukrainian lives.

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