How good is good?
How far does it stretch?
As far as a lie?
Good asks questions,
while evil denies.
Who looks stronger?
The one who seems not to know
and questions everything as it goes?
Or the one who never answers,
never pauses to reflect,
never shows another respect?
How skewed is our thinking?
How screwed are our lives?
Good reaches upward
while evil takes a dive.
How do we climb
from such evil depths?
How good is good?
How far does it stretch?
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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.
MY FELLOW AMERICANS
I hold my tongue.
It takes strength I do not have.
Whimpers escape
On shattered breaths,
In silent screams.
The fight worries my soul,
Battle weary and choking,
On words held tight inside.
Once the scream begins
I doubt I could stop.
I wait for your speech.
I yearn for your promise
To stop the authoritarian
Who has taken over our house,
Emptied its vaults,
Stolen its wealth,
Sold its power
To the highest bidders.
So, I write. That I can do
While I wait for you.
To me, this nothing new.
Do you believe me now?
The day begins with signs
Of all that any patriot finds
In need of expression
To resist oppression.
We line the streets
Feet deep
Only to meet
Aggression
From those who seek
Our suppression.
Gerrymandered districts
Are incomplete,
Unable to meet
Fair representation,
Denying the nation
one person one vote,
Intimidation afloat
In every state.
We pray it is not too late.
We pray our efforts matter.
We pray our mad-as-hatter
Administration
Stops destroying our beloved nation.
We sing. We dance. We shout.
This is what democracy is about.
No kings today.
No kings in any way.
No kings over courts’ justice.
No kings over any of us.
Every king eventually falls.
We do not want a king at all.
I see you looking through the glass
aghast.
As Alice in Wonderland you fear
falling down rabbit holes.
We all do.
You think the glass is a window.
It is a door.
You seem not to know
it can open for you.
A small push against the lash
can open the way
to a world where anything
is possible.
Everything is now in play.
The old ways are falling away
pushed aside by fearful elements
with false ego and too much pride.
They lie to create a place to hide.
No door is too strong to block you.
You are an American voter.
Your vote holds sway.
Yes, I see the barricades
being put in place, more every day.
Your strength, dear voter,
comes in numbers so strong
they cannot hold the door closed too long.
Once through the door
we clean the debris away.
Americans living in the light of truth;
we light our own way.
American voters will have their say.
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!
Newscasters used to tell it like it is.
Now, they are opinionated forecasters.
They still tell us who.
They tell us who said why.
They no longer tell us
what, when or how.
That would expose the lie.
No wonder we are demoralized
within both its meanings,
no surprise.
First losses began long ago:
No more manners as a guide.
No more conscience to lower pride.
No respect for others.
No authority recognized.
Second losses are less discreet:
No longer safe in thoughts nor words.
No longer safe on our own streets.
No more hopeful for the best
when every known fact is put to the test.
No more law and order.
Due process now out the door.
Demoralized beyond repair?
The people rise, at last, at last?
Not in anger and outrage.
Peacefully assembling on marching feet.
Nuns, priests, ministers, imams and rabbis
offer a morality well-intentioned if incomplete.
But this is how our story goes.
We are not perfect, heaven knows.
Our moral code is soft and flexible.
Our democratic republic makes it workable.
It offers a way to respect ourselves and one another;
to recognize all as sister or brother.
Immorality is what we see, and vote for?
Approve of, and laugh about too obviously?
See where we have led ourselves and our country,
fueled by wantoness and greed.
Demoralized we may be.
Still a people willing to fight to remain free.”
“NOLITE TE BASTARDES CARBORUNDORUM.” – Handmaid’s Tale
Silicon Valley controls the game
while its MAGA cheerleaders
lead us astray.
All eyes are on the cheering
and bullying ways
of Trump,Miller, Noem,
Hegseth, Witkoff ,Leavitt and Bruce
who entertain, cheer and introduce
crazy chaos and lies
to divert and divide our tired eyes
from the fields in play.
The Musk and Thiel
have taken over the field
giving JD Vance their power to wield.
CEO dictators are now all the R.A.G.E.
They are not bending knees
with golden gifts on display;
simply, reminding the Trump
who really controls the plays.
Never again will I say
I am not tech savvy.
I clearly see what the tech guys are about;
a complete dismantling and rout
of government, education and law
to stop future votes as they rule on their own.
They think we are stupid and feel so alone
that we would allow democracy to die.
No, we will not. That is the big lie
they tell themselves, and try to hide.
We are tech savvy. We are not leaving the field.
We will never our individual rights to bullies yield.
annarino writes 
DECONSTRUCTION
The streets were lined for blocks on end.
Signs reminded all who rejoiced to attend
Why they walked and talked and smiled and waved
At passing cars who braved delays
While drivers honked horns and shouted out
“Vote him out and make it a rout!”
Costumed critters danced to our delight
Knowing their freedom would give him a fright.
Deconstruct the lies we have been told.
Deconstruct the narrative being sold.
Deconstruct the bullie’s hold.
Deconstruct institutional mold.
Gather in peace the young and the old.
Stronger are you, more wise, more bold.
Deconstruct so we can rebuild
What he has destroyed with his minions’ lack of skill.
We know how to do this, and more.
We have done it many times before.
My thanks to my friends in Clintonville area of Columbus who helped me attend this moment of patriots’ challenge to the con men robbing the USA of its power, wealth, ideals and humanity. The lack of media coverage was appalling. The misrepresentation of attendance numbers cannot be challenged when media fails to provide images of the gatherings. A local station covered it AFTER it was over and crowds had dispersed. Another stated hundreds attended when it was actually thousands. We are here. We are resisting. We are going nowhere until the despotism and kidnapping of people and the Supreme Court, universities, news organizations, social media outlets, medical and public health Institutions… even our very language and the meaning of words and phrases has been brought to an end and freedom restored.
We shall not be silenced.
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