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Written to my Cousin Madelyn McKay six years ago. She was a poetess here as cancer consumed her body. May my magical and kind cousin ….rest in peace!
Maggie . She had sent me an article on how great the 1960’s were! I am glad she is not here to see  our civil rights being taken away, the murder of children, and our Congress having people in it, whose allegiances are not to
America. God is dead to many, our currecy is marked with these words, “ In God we trust. But He is being repaced by a new religion, “Wokeism”.Dear 
It was painful to read, for me,anyway. I don't even want to remember fun things anymore!


Dearest Cousin Maggie….
We exist in a hellish world,
Surrounded by invisible bars.
Slapped down at every corner.

We are riddled with technology, 
which many drool over. Not me!

Where are the people? Where is such a 
thing called a voice?
Where is love?
Where is humanity?

The sound of my fingers, tapping on the 
iPad, smileys, LOL's will never replace being 
with another..
I am glad I am old, and welcome death.
I see no point in living in a world that is 
ice cold and growing to be a repressive.
Communist state.

And I do believe at death you see the face of 
God! How can I not want that.Maggie?

An empty on life is a device is bad enough.
While my fellow beings do not want to hear
their right to live is ending…Far worse.

The past! Terribly painful to recall. The punishment 
for those who speak out now is vast and wide.

Love, Cousin Pangie

Postscript. 
Violence is at an all time high.
Mass murder goes unpunished and people do
not realize, they could be next.They put their 
fingers in their ears and will swim in pools of 
positivity to drown out the screams of reality 
and lies by repressive governments.

They forgot who Hitler was. We have many of
his evil ilk, in all countries and citizens who think
they are adults, hiding and pretending evil does
not exist?
Good people are jailed in their countries while
anarchists, subsidized by our governments…
Rule your world and mine. And our precious
children’s blood runs in the streets.  P.R.


Note, This is an opinion piece. Thank you
for reading.

Poem 1    8/7/2024
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