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WATCHING RETURNS

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We await returns, afraid to hope, yet eager for change

while the world turns and twists on battlefields

we cringe to see and do not recognize as our own.

We try to rebuild a prosperous and civil society

while schools, hospitals, highways, trains and homes

are blasted apart with life’s blood by robot drones.

The monsters are everywhere now, colluding to gain

all the world’s wealth and power as their own.

Hell on earth appears on city streets, and outside

schools and Home Depot, even at our own front doors.

We do not recognize the human drones, masked as they are.

We do not recognize the darkness draped now in gold,

gold we pay for that allows monsters to hide,

even from themselves, as gambling games mix with propaganda

aired on every screen, every hour, of every day while we play

with money we no longer have to pay the rent, buy our food,

teach our children in safe schools, roof the unhoused,

treat the unwell, feed the hungry, gas-up our cars

and find a way to stay alive and well – one more day.

The whole world is at war in unrecognizable ways,

on battlefields created as theaters of the absurd

but just as deadly in each its own way; and we play!

We play. We play. And, it is true, some of us simply pray.

Wait for returns. Gird and guard your strength today

for the battles which lie ahead and will not simply go away

as you turn from the poll results to begin another day.

Never doubt what we and all the world’s people are about.

We are all defending freedom and liberty.

Some of us are defending our very lives against genocide.

Americans sharing tax dollars with monsters brings no pride.

We are afraid to claim our well-earned and historical shame.

Return to wakefulness as the young are now doing.

See across oceans, in places with names we cannot pronounce

to wars fought more openly, with death a greater reality.

We are part of their fight as our monsters fund a common enemy,

and throw our support to help other monsters destroy even more.

Monsters are destroying the peace we diligently built

and the freedoms we fostered after the LAST GREAT WAR.

Destruction is at the heart of each and every war.

We play with blocks the monster continually knocks down.

The destroyer is once again, and still, at our door.

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ROCK-A-BYE,BABY

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Get rid of the cradles.

Make America strong.

All day long,

the same twisted song.

No cradles for children sitting at their desk.

Run, hide, fight until your death.

No cradles for special needs learning.

Defund dollars which fulfill childhood yearnings.

No cradles for child workers at night.

Employ them younger and later, even on school nights.

No cradles for the hungry, the homeless and poor.

SNAP and low-income housing supplements are no more.

No cradles for immigrants, nor refugee asylum.

Go back where you came from. You are mere scum.

No cradles for a republic and voting rolls.

Gerrymander away voting rights, for sole control.

America is no longer the beacon of old,

no longer the cradle of democracy, so we are told.

America refuses to follow any rules.

The Rule of Law has become a dictator’s mule.

Americans are almost put to sleep,

distracted by fables, eyes nearly closed.

A nation of immigrants seeking their rest.

Too weary, now, to even try to do their best.

Their minds drift off as their eyelids drop.

Their minds close down as they simply stop.

Rock-a-bye, baby, 

On the treetops.

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall.

And down will come baby

Cradle and all.

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MAGA LESSON 1

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The most difficult words to say

without reason nor rhyme

are “The failure is all mine.”

Even when failure brings such relief,

as the end succeeds the means,

it destroys our firm belief

in our omnipotence and grief,

and makes victims of us all

But victimhood is no more true

than the lie we tell ourselves

that we are better than you.

An un-truth we gleefully claim

to avoid our deepest shame

that we are not enough to win the game.

Shame is at the heart of every false start.

To admit we are in need leads 

to greed and every evil deed,

while self-care falls aside

to save our wounded pride.

Shameful hurts grow in number day by day.

We build walls to keep them, and shame away.

Walls become our gaol as we hide ourselves inside.

Then, we blame those left behind and locked outside.

We are alone in our togetherness; together in our aloneness.

And the rest of the world marches on by.

Shame never takes a break, nor rests

while we destroy what and who we know are best.

That is the only way to win, and then we whine

with shrugs and say, “The failure is not mine.”

One cannot shame a bully more 

than a bully shames himself.

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LIGHT CANDLES

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Altars of sacrifice are all around.

Candles of prayer light the ground.

Darkness recedes under great duress.

Lawyers are in full-court press.

Evil lurks and lunges until we despair;

its laughter and cheers rend the air.

Turbulent times make us all too aware

how humans carry a heavy load of fear,

how ready we are to disappear

before we lose heart 

and break apart.

We are tempted to remain abed

and close our eyes against  the dread

of monsters who long played dead

and hid under rocks, yet lived in our heads.

We live lives of useless malcontent

ready to blame the innocent

for acts of contrition that belong

not to the weak, but, to the strong.

Unable to admit we could be wrong,

we allow the liars to string us along.

We vote them in to replace our lost pride.

We set all reason and facts aside.

We wear red hats with slogans to hide

a weakness too fearful to abide.

When will such depravity end?

What harm done in the interim?

Soft exhales out in metered prose.

Screams trapped within a calm pose.

This is how every morning begins.

Candles relit on altars within.

Resistance alights again and again.

Another hour, another day, and then?

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TEN DAYS LEFT

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Ten days left before we turn right?

Ten days until bleakness blinds our sight.

Have we gone so far there is little left

of democratic values clutched to our chests?

Ten days left to fight the fascist storms

unleashed across every institution,

destroying all norms.

Ten days left to remain free,

a freedom based on hypocrisy

and built on lives shipped 

across international waters,

slaves to barter and build an economy

upon flayed backs, our own souls slaughtered.

Entertainment is our strongest ally

allowing full inattention to hide

the deadening ignorance that blankets our pride.

The conscience our forefathers followed

has no place in a nation who souls are hollowed

by power and greed’s need to be seen,

even if only on social media screens.

Muscles clenched in taut abdomens

where fear tends to hide

we try our best to hold onto our pride.

Ten days left to turn the fascist tide.

We are not perfect.

It is perfectly true.

But we always keep going forward.

We always try to improve.

Ten days are both too many and too few

to hold a nation together,

for free people to weather

the threat of old evils made new.

Ten days left.

I am counting on you.

Vote!

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GIVE US AIR !


Vice-President Kamala Harris and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz

August flopped heavily

Sweatily

Vociferously

and fully aware of the pressure

building in the heated

air.

Little relief in scattered 

rains that shattered

a populace already battered

by heated rhetoric

over the curtained waves of

air.

Two-thousand twenty-five

reasons to despair

the planned assault on our care

of one another and a planet

dumb-soaked without a care for

air. 

August is hard to breathe in,

in and out, and in again;

cheering on Harris-Walz

awaiting the slightest breeze of

air.

I can breathe again.

We can breathe again.

The earth can breathe again.

Finally, we can move forward again.

In November we can vote in cooled

air.

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