
Only a moment
in time, outrage so profound,
turns nation around.

Unknown woman posts “I VOTED” sticker on Alex Pretti memorial.

Only a moment
in time, outrage so profound,
turns nation around.

Unknown woman posts “I VOTED” sticker on Alex Pretti memorial.
https://www.pbs.org/video/sing-democracy-250-rob7ge
Freedom is our right.
Voting shows our might.
Sing a song of freedom.
Sing it strong.
Sing it long.
Voters sing along with me.
Lift the voice of liberty.
The few who would silence us
will rock and roll before they fall
in silent loss and agony.
Despots and bullies cannot withstand
the voices of power and the sound
of voting levers in musical chorus
ringing across the future before us.
Freedom lovers hold your ground
against kings and tyrants,
who despite their might,
cannot dance to freedom’s sound.
Vote with music and dance at the polls.
Let freedom ring as despots fall
before the song of freedom loud and clear.
Freedom lovers hold America dear,
and lift her in song written in blood and tears
for these past 250 years.
Sing a song of freedom.
Sing it strong!
Sing it long!

It is hard to stop this rush toward self-destruction
by a nation so far ahead in the race
no one else could compete and play.
There is no reason to mourn the last mile run
in a race no longer any fun
for any but a very few,
and fewer still each day in play.
We all know American’s greatest sin
is loving nothing better than a game they can win.
When winning is no longer fun
we look for someone to blame, and make them pay
for reminding us the game is over
and a new game must be put in play.
And, so, we blamed Joe,
who simply, in so many ways, happened to be
the last leader to toss away the final play.
No one has been a winner since,
nor could be since that final day.
A new game cannot be worth our while
if the top few are the only winners.
The old game with so many losers may be over.
But, we Americans are not over the need to play
a game we all can win,
a game we call Election Day.
Let the new game begin!

The natural world continues to create beauty, even if only within my mind on cold wintry days with snow flurries slowing the garden’s awakening. This nation will awaken. The ranks of the woke will increase. Blue-bliss will overcome blood-red. Our nation will flourish again with diverse gardens to delight every sense, and remind us of the endless possibilities of a free people, One Nation out of Many. Let this painting give you hope and bring you a measure of peace today.