The Empty Swing

Is it still there, swaying in the Chicago air? I dream of myself with dark, ribboned braids, being just seven. And swinging my tanned legs as hard as I Could,,trying to kiss God's cheek in heaven. Oh to be seven again! When free speech reigned. Girls had cap guns and trains. We played games of all kinds, No PC police to say,"No, No" "No cowboy and Indian games. Choose marbles, they are PC tame" (Yes and so maddeningly lame!) Nobody hit one another. We were of all nationalities! All colors and yes, were sisters and brothers. No such freedom for Children today. They must, bow, kneel and kiss whatever pressure groups say! They are trying to make girls into boys and boys into girls. One androgynous nation under no God at all? Where all are "whichevers" and Freedom has taken it's fall! We use color to get our way. That white man is pure evil they say. So we beat them good, though they did nothing to us. It's the sign of the times. All white women and men must Bite the dust? Sadly, sadly, our freedoms down the toilet go. To the SS Socialism Ship we blindly go. Cheering for free everything. You will never hear another Liberty Bell Ring! October 23, 2019