Seasons change. Pandemics, too.
The same can be said for me and you.
We move about under a sunny sky
pretending all around us others do not die.
The deck carpet is covered in grime
from the years of corporate and political crime
committed by a party trapped in hate
wrapped in false flags that falsely state
women are are meant to be slaves
just as Black people, and all lesser knaves,
to their betters who wear red hats marked by lies,
under white robes hidden by suits and ties.
We try to clean the deck but the carpet is too worn
to survive another summer of overheated scorn.
The carpet has been removed to reveal
The rot beneath efforts to steal
not just an election but a nation.
Seeing the bare deck reveals the aberration
of rotten boards, installed by fraud and deceit
like judges and executives placed in lead seats.
Boards of all varieties falsely secured or not at all,
and easily shredded like their theories which call
for insurrection and destruction instead of restoration
of democracy and legal protections and right actions.
The deck is so undermined I fear it will fall.
No more summers in the sun with family and friends
until the rotted deck is replaced and Republicans make amends.
annarino writes 