Month: February 2025

I stand here waving a flag,

The Stars and Stripes—

But it’s lost its meaning.

Freedom and opportunity

Have been replaced

With slavery and condemnation.

The New Deal

Is a knife in the back,

A murder justified

By the greedy goals

Of a man who has no care

For his fellow neighbor.

Only wealth, power and fame

Are the values that count.

Glory is found with hands bloody.

Only the guilty reap the reward.

Left out in the cold,

I waited

For something real,

Something true,

Something good,

Something new.

But all I got

Was a knife in the belly.

I bled myself onto your shoes.

I can’t see you now.

I can’t see anything.

Nothing comes to mind

Except blood, and pain,

And sacrifice.

What God is it for?

Stopping slowly to sniff the poisonous

Roses that you left me last Election Day,

I seize upon the opportunity to tell you

Something that’s been bothering me:

I thought you loved me.

I thought you cared about me.

I thought you had respect for things,

The way they ought to be.

But all you care about is being in control,

Rewarding your buddies for being loyal

To you and those you choose to help,

Disregarding others who actually need help.

Disregarding the needs of those

Who put you where you are standing.

How could you be so bold

As to abandon the very people who

Gave you their heart, mind and soul?

The droop is a drop is a smock not.

Can’t knock it out. Can’t make it quit.

Release it! Let it go! Go on, smarty!

A darkness hovers above my head.

A huge blob in the sky, how it whines!

Nigh, how the fancy shines on it!

Create. Go to. Morph. Run. Shoo fly!