Voter's Remorse

If roses are red then violets are blue. If you were as dumb as me you'd have voted for Trump too. This election just past, I never wanted to sin but I'm so tired of Losing wars when Earth's climate needs to Win. I needed to act not just say what we say a little co-operation could re-landscape my entire day. If hunters are red our gatherers feel blue 'cause I was as dumb as the sea voting for the ocean as Earth's TrumpDump for you. I need to say sorry to all who are not white male Plutocrats. Sorry to gay and lesbian and hag, feminist cultural diversity turns from riches to rags now deemed unworthy to wave red, white-only, and so-so blue flags. I'm sorry for nations and nature now stuck with us. We're now disuniting when Earth needs to be health-cured more than our tired school bus toward further learning how to compete unto death. If roses are meat red and violets trump teen pregnant Marian blue, I'm so so sorry I let down angry red climate you and ultra-violet octaves reweaving resonance too. When roses are no longer my red and violets are no longer you blue, then we might transubstantiate, to see better purples as all flowering beauties do. I should have known the Party for health of business bottomless lines would not make my health care, or even economic security, their deeply held divine non-scare Not health care for women and children, all the children of the World, red and yellow, black and white, they are not so precious in Trump's blinded sight. I knew when I did it my Jesus loving Mom never would have. Republican by Christian Evangelical birth-rite, she would not have voted for wealth care of Publican and Pharisee bottom lines, especially those insuring and financing further investments in war-profiteering military-industrial-agribusiness complexly self-interested deposits, which she defined as rackets and mayhem, when she could find any other choice for her vote more friendly to health care and security of Jesus' multiculturing kids not for leaving behind. If roses are red and violets are blue I would have listened to Mom's Jesus Spirit, instead of Dad's Red-Paranoid 1950's Terror and desperate DiSpirit regarding 1960's Lose health and safety multiculturing condemnations of Plutocratic White Gods of War and sexual exploitation, homophobia and fake, ecopolitically sold-out, Christianity while Gaia was, and remains, clearly on both sides of optimal health and security of women and children of all species, and other polypathic ecological nutrition-lovers of healthy kids, red and yellow, black and white, roses and violets in Her sight. If roses were red blue and violets were blue red how much easier it could be to see inside each cooperatively intended head.