Tag Archives: hate

So Little Has Changed

So Little Has Changed ~~~~~ It is time to put people over politics, country over capitulation and world over wealth. ~~~~~  (I could write and post something like this every day. It makes me sad.) Today, it was a shooting in Girlroy, CA What are the numbers, does anybody know? Does anybody care how many […]

Asked Too Soon

~~~~~ Tell me the story of the man who kissed the moon, the woman who holds up the sky. Unless, I have asked too soon, you think I might be high. Though I have spent little time in bars, I have spent far too much in cars. Still, I always knew I could not escape […]

They Might Grow Up

~~~~~ Emergency, emergency, everybody to clear the streets, The cowboys are coming, the cowboys are coming. Come on, people, get a grip, let us have our say. What we’ll put forth, here, is the American way. Guns toted openly, on a hip, hidden under arm, You know it’s only the bad folks they will harm. […]

Songs of War ~ Songs of Peace

~~~~~ And will the savage songs of war never end, Replaced by simple, sweet songs of peace? How can we, forever, our loved-ones send, Knowing they will feed the slavering beast? Do we wonder why we never grow sane, When the best, the brightest are sent to die? Why choose blood, shed again and again? […]

Silently Across the Night

~~~~~ Moving silently across the night-dark earth, Fires burn ever, Fluttering banners, gold and red, to mark the dead, Ever brighter, Projected onto shifting smoke, Ever hotter. An ever-changing, tattered screen, white, gray, black, Consuming all. No animal, no insect, no blade of grass remains For eyes to see. Glimpses through wind-blown billows, voids, Eyes […]

Prufrock’s Lament

With the current news in the world, both economic and political, the aggression, bigotry, misogyny and xenophobia, it seemed time to revisit Prufrock, with thanks to T.S. Eliot for his original brilliance. War is Peace; Freedom is Slavery; Ignorance is Strength; Trumpery is Reality ~~~~~ Let us slow then, you and I. When vile emissions […]

Thoughts and Preyers

~~~~~ It’s never just frightened students who die, From weapons sold to those who mistrust, By strangers, in boardrooms, sick and sly, Who these deaths profit, so die they must. They ignore truth, as parents’ tears glisten. Teen blood oils gears of the NRA machine. Death drums, screams, too awful to listen. Future promise reduced, […]