Nightmares roam freely
while voters watch fearfully
death of a nation.
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TAKE A MOMENT
I only want a moment of your time
to reflect upon un-poetic rhyme.
There is so very much to do.
I ask either too little, or too much, of you.
His need for subserviency, adoration and greed
takes no notice your own, real need.
You were never meant to be his white serf,
one-step above Black slaves, laboring on his turf.
The DOJ and SCOTUS handed back the whips
to those who do his bidding as he flips
from cruelty to cruelty arranged by Putin’s calls
plotting and planning The USA’s trips and falls.
Military is used to manipulate stock prices so the wealthy few
can buy low and sell high, with no care for you.
Your coins build a ballroom in which you shall never dance.
A triumphal arch between the Washington Monument and Lincoln’s glance
will be constructed that you may no longer easily recall, nor see
American aspiration to realize true equality.
MAGA,Trump, MAGA,Trump! You chanted your power by chanting the name.
The power was a never his but yours.
The conman wins the game, and dances as he scores.
And you cheered. Oh, yes, you did; even gerrymandered lines of hate
for Democrats, Black citizens, college students in every state.
You joined the game without concern, without a qualm
while team leaders covered up crimes, you stayed calm.
Pedophilies, rapists, liars, cheats and colluders in corruption
steal our nation’s health and wealth and reputation
while you stay silent, subservient and take satisfaction
that you can cheat your way to success in every upcoming election.
Detention centers hide concentration camps, not deportation.
If any one of us is not free, none of us are free, don’t you see?
Or are your eyes only on gas price increases, and food costs?
When will you realize nearly all we love is lost?
Get you head out of the book, your eyes off the screen.
Look around at the suffering, MAGA is offering in between
the crazed tweets and mean-spirited acts by the nation’s elites
who refused to be taxed and share the wealth
they gained from your labor with a soft, thieving stealth.
I only want moment of your time
to discover the truth inside their rhyme.
Then I ask you to stand, speak, even shout
until every single one of us learns what MAGA is really about.
BACKED UP SEWER
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.
HUNGER GAMES
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.
