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OVERFED AND UNDER-NOURISHED

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Americans are overfed

on soft food,

pre-digested,

pre-prepared,

pre-packaged

and all but dead.

“Give me something to chew,”

they say.

Even a lie will do.

Americans have learned to

eat lies for breakfast;

for lunch and dinner, too.

They brag about feasts

empty of nutrition that builds life,

but full of calories bringing strife.

Offering such empty scenes

of family life left sorrowing,

of neighborhood crime fallowing

entire blocks within every hamlet.

Sitcoms no longer hold their attention.

“Give me something to chew on!

they demand incessantly.

A I might be their only salvation.

They have lost the patience

for solemn contemplation.

They no longer know how 

to take slower bites,

to savor a meal surrounded by family;

nor keep a schedule.

They buy modern on-the-go insanity,

even while waiting forever it seems

to order a vente-decafe-no cream.

Their jealousy at losing 

what others have not

now knows no boundaries

as they gobble up

the power that such losers corrupt.

They no longer need to chew at all.

They buy all the crap, having nothing at all.

Time to go green. Time to come clean.

Of course, we shall as soon as our screams

fade away with the plea,

“Give me something to chew on”

that is real, that is true.

Is that too much to ask of you?

Over-processed replies 

may be all we can get

from those pre-packaged politicians whose lies

overcome the silence of over-processed cowards

too scared to openly repent.

Chew slowly as lies melt in your mouth.

Lies feed nothing; cannot keep you alive.

Lies are killing a land of freedom once prized.

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BACK TO THE GYM

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Most of us have been away from the gym too long.

Our freedom-loving muscles have grown slack.

We had not fully recognized the slack.

Others noted the weakness

of our democratic body.

We went about our day aware that each act

became more difficult, more strenuous.

Success became less assured, more tenuous. 

While we grew soft, life grew hard.

We could no longer lift our children above our heads.

Their safety could not be assured;

not only on the playground monkey bars,

but behind their desk, or sitting in church pews.

Even our voices became more feeble

as we stopped the exercise of free speech,

and bemoaned the simple act 

of marching down the street.

But others watched and saw our weakness grow.

Knew we were no longer paying attention

to our former strength and ignoring our work-outs,

while we flaunted more the medals on our chests

and the trophies on our shelves.

We no longer recalled how we earned those awards.

We forgot the daily struggle at life’s gymnasium

to keep the muscles of self-governance

strong enough  to take on new challenges and ideas.

Our weakness made us run from, instead of with,

others racing along the path to freedom.

We envied their success, our own no longer moving

us forward and ahead.

The only way the weak can win is by holding others back.

The truly strong can win by running hard and long.

We all looked away from those who cheat

to claim a win they do not deserve.

It feels too close to every nerve

now weakened within each lax muscle; 

a republic struggling just to stay upright.

Religion becomes the panacea of anxious nights.

We can only hope our muscle-memory

of freedoms gained in the past

is strong enough to make our democracy last.

Back to the gym. Walk the streets. Shout the speech

that you recall in memory grown weak.

Build back the muscle needed to wield your voting power.

Now is the hour 

to get back to the gym.

Be strong and carry on!

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