I paint to find a soothing space where words subside and bliss abides. This is my most recent project. I hope it soothes your soul and cheers your heart during these stressful days.
Pirates have always been roaming the seas, boardrooms, and where trades are made by greedy decrees.
Those serving the common good have long understood the need to orchestrate the moves they make, regulate how they take the booty, and disclose where they hide.
Privateers are not so prevalent since they rely on government to protect their hide and share the booty in return for protection regardless of true affection.
Elon and his brethren pirates have turned from corporate pirates into privateers, seated on the podium with Republican profiteers.
No more chance to orchestrate the theft from National Treasury, nor regulate the loss of national security by Justice Department employees.
Inspectors General are no more. They and other watchdogs have been shown the door. And who is left to explore truth and reality without independent media?
How can any democracy survive when privateers are allowed to thrive outside all constitutional constraints? And The Supreme Court refuses any restraint on criminality by those in charge?
Privateers are a greater threat than pirates be. The pirates moved off-shore long before privateers were invited to stand beside those who planned to stand with autocrats, despots and traitors to democracies.
We are in the midst of a third Barbary War within our own boundaries and institutions; not off Tripoli’s shores. what ammunition is available in federal courts when even SCOTUS undermines the Constitution?
annarino writes 
FIGHTING WORDS
Poetry has fled.
Art hides in plain sight
behind clouds of flame,
beyond winds of change,
before plutocrats take the stage,
no longer waiting behind the scenes
which hide their rage.
Words have lost all meaning
when facts go unchecked
flung too fast to sustain truth
and belief in its power to right wrongs
for the weak and the poor,
tossed aside by courts which cower
fearing loss of wealth and power.
Which words are safe when lies procure
the party in power’s silent vote to score
total control of each life, each thought,
each breath threatened by dirty schemes
to pollute the earth, water and air?
Words cannot be spoken, claimed by death
of the rule of law.
No words exist to describe the depravity
some of us saw
as our words lay dying
first inside
then outside
where meaning can be lost.
Words remain frozen in heavy frost,
weighed down by cold hearts
and dead souls
seeking total control.
Freedom resides in words
which too often remain unsaid.
Words too softly spoken to wake
those asleep, escaping, all hopes dead.
Too few words of truth must compete
with an onslaught of unchecked lies.
I listen and watch, lost in thought.
I write and I plead against what we have wrought.
Poetry, I fear, carries too-little weight.
Poetry, perhaps, has waited too late
to escape the threat when so many lies
have buried the truth for power and greed.
Money has always been the creed
clothed in religion and faith
which grants God’s grace
to those who deserve to see His face
on dollar bills and hung on towers.
False gods seek our praise as they devour
a country whose best citizens
refuse to use their power to remain free,
and would rather lose their democracy.
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