People Over Politics, Country Over Capitulation, World Over Wealth!
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Looping ink coils across my early am paper
seeks to find answers to my life at slow-tilt,
whether to record or discard the still hours.
Wonder if my part in the play matters now.
Walking along the shore upon a known path
while strolling slowly in front of two hotels,
including modest shops and restaurants and
Watch, oh, so many people shunning masks.
Ordinary folk who have most clearly chosen
their hollow illusions of freedom and choice.
To trump concerns over their health or mine.
Their belief far more important than any life.
Do they imagine they will kill your children,
still their own parents hearts six-feet below?
Do they realize they followed a whiny baby,
who knows his game lost, says he won’t go.
Merely his morals should have been enough;
and with anyone else, they would have been.
Put his racism, misogyny, xenophobia aside,
lives as a pathological, sociopathic narcissist.
I wager you thought I’d say pathological liar.
He ever screams love me, like Stanley Moon.
He is ignorant yet cunning, confusing many.
From the Army, to bills, failure’s never his.
His fall is not over lest he take it on the lam,
unless we’re too stupid and let him succeed.
Despot and death camps; it is what we need,
to no doubt meet there, somewhere between.
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Unite the World!
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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