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BACKED UP SEWER

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No longer can we ignore life

which imitates art 

while art imitates life.

Each part imitates the whole

while the whole

is the sum of its parts.

When the parts break

the whole breaks apart.

The dark drain bears the burden

of  too many broken peaces

and pushes back against gravity;

releases the depravity

and frees the broken whole.

Cleaning crews appear to

remove the waste, fraud and abuse

of leadership run amok among the muck;

Now, so clearly broken, and out of luck.

Hot air blows around every media space

to dry the tears of such disgrace.

Sanitize all you will.

Pack the dirty remnants into opaque bags,

redacted files hidden under seal,

and hide the crimes away.

The sewer can only handle so much

of the dirty secrets we are afraid to touch.

Truth always come to light

when the drain is filled too tight.

Ignoring the dirt contaminates us all,

as we watch the walls of a nation fall.

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HUNGER GAMES

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I see patterns, not the dead.

Patterns of the dead and dying, instead.

Death by a thousand cuts,

every strength lessened  in a labor force,

in flight controllers, educators, hospitals,

F.B.I and military personnel, as well.

Saving money is not the purpose;

but, stealing money to fill the purses

of family and those who hold the cards,

greedy sots who play so hard

they have forgotten how to work

if they ever knew how.

No sweat on their flinty-eyed brow.

The hunger games have now begun.

Watching suffering is part of their fun.

Crying children with aching bellies,

babies once thriving, who will soon be dying.

The weakened working poor and people of color

are always such a weight and bother

to those who seek fortune and fame.

To win, such weak pretenders must play such games.

The cries and shouts are soon drowned out

by Epstein’s files which stretch for miles

across every ocean, their pattern is in motion.

Overpower those you fear and take their power.

Do this day-by-day, hour-by-hour

until they die or wish they could.

Death by a thousand cuts.

Pretend you are doing it for their own good.

Your power is but a sick, slick dream;

a nightmare for hungry children who scream.

Banks profit off your every scheme and stay silent

while you threaten and demean those who show

who you really are, and strive to make clear

this is not who most of us are, or wish to be.

But, too many agree. Too many refuse to see

the patterns they have watched on TV screens

for so many generations that it is destroying a nation.

I see patterns, not the dead.

So busy feeding the hungry we have little time to fight

those who create patterns of dominance and fright

robbing us of the wealth which once fueled our success.

Now, our very democratic existence is under duress.

This is part pf the plan of the Heritage Foundation,

who has shaken the core the the Republican Party so hard

it no longer exists as a proud opposition.

It has become the source of a free people’s annihilation.

I see patterns. I see the plan has been set in motion.

Now, I ask, countryman and women to show their devotion

to a nation entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

where all are created free as a basic right of creation.

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