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SHARED SHAME

Do you see the military

roaming city streets?

It is not my imagination

we are a threatened nation

about to lose our liberty.

The military which was once

our department of defense

against outside enemies

has turned its face within.

Now, it is the department of war

against those it would once defend.

We saw this coming.

We raised the alarm.

You answered with smarmy charm

that both sides do it.

What “it”? I ask. 

I do not make war against you.

I build no fence to enclose you

in concentration camps 

and jail cells with no chance of bond,

nor due process, nor rule of law.

You do all this and more.

You call me names to intimidate

and threaten my peace, my livelihood.

You take away my safety net, my health,

my happiness, my freedom to speak

and resist you. You call me your enemy

to justify your willingness

to let the constitution be tossed aside.

you no longer have integrity nor pride.

You can only feel shame if you have pride.

And you have no shame.

But, I…

I have enough pride for two;

enough to be ashamed of you.

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EVERYTHING IS POLITICAL

Everything is political.

Every thought, word and deed

propels us at top speed.

Day in and day out,

hour after hour,

to reach for our power.

Children wield power well,

if unknowingly.

They use it incessantly

from womb to tomb.

Dust to dust

politics is a must

to thrive, indeed to just survive.

Politics is the skill to find a safe way

to live another day.

Deplore it, if you will.

Ignore it at your peril.

Feel free to laugh and play

while others guard your way.

Until others stop,

until they drop

all pretense of care

while you have been unaware

their needs have taken center stage

and your insistence

turns to resistance

to their formerly hidden rage.

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POST-ELECTION 2024

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My sorrow does not come

from the loss of an election.

Sorrow bubbles up and pulls down

faith and hope and trust in

legal and constitutional protection

for the progressive direction

we moved, pushing hate aside,

within the blue bubble 

where I reside, 

within a gerrymandered state

full of Christo-fascist pride.

Court protection is now

too often set aside.

Criminal leaders with immunity

can now act with impunity

to destroy an entire nation,

indeed a  free world.

Greed acts with such speed

to push grace and care aside.

And truth is destroyed

by incessantly repeated lies.

My sorrow does not come

from watching my nation die.

It comes from watching

fellow citizens kill my beloved nation

Right before my eyes.

And the worst part of it all is,

that it is not a surprise.

I have watched a predator party

stalk us creatures of democracy

my whole life.

The day I most feared 

is no longer just a nightmare.

It is the reality of imminent strife.

I cannot simply smile and reach out,

asked to shake hands with voters

with blood on their hands,

when I want to shout “traitors!”

I think of all who died to protect

and defend my country, my best friend,

I cannot stand to watch cruelty up-end

a nation now at-sea, afloat on lies

that all is at is has always been

after an election.

The desperation of a nation

tears at the soul within.

The soul of each and every American,

until America is dead and buried,

so that rich oligarchs can feed 

their need for power and control.

Citizens United has long been on a roll

to knock down all opposition,

and watch weak Americans fold

their cards and lose their last hand.

Such sorrow, I fully understand.

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HAIKU

careless, careful me

brittle as peanut candy

trying to stay sweet.

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COLD ANGER

There is a stubbornness

which chills the soul;

no blanket heavy enough

to warm a heart

when words freeze love

dropped by tears into puddles

of remorse and fear

now frozen and slippery

enough to drop lovers

to hard earth and hard truths

which shatter hearts

like frozen glass

hit by rocks of heated rage.

Stubborn hearts, 

stubborn thoughts

in need of greater warmth to thaw.

Heated passion has its place.

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