L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Trails That Lead To Nowhere

When mind-blowing poverty is rife, 
People no longer have reason to care
Or rise above self-perpetuating strife,
Dusty trails often lead to nowhere
Through the annals of a wasted life.

Written August 13, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger August 16, 2022 at 11:59 PM "dusty trails" - I feel like we have had these ever since Hilary did not lose the election, but lost the presidency due to the electoral college which I despise. Because it makes us a republic, not a democracy, as promised. L Milton Hankins August 17, 2022 at 8:01 AM Excellent point, Caren. I feel that way, too. I think we should have a simple "one eligible voter--one vote" system and let the chips fall where they may. It's pretty clear to me where they would fall under such a system. Thanks for your thoughts on this.

Rico Leffanta August 14, 2022 at 11:58 AM Unlike Donald Trump, who has declared bankruptcy six times, the poor have no relief from their debts because, without assets to protect, they can never declare bankruptcy. Stomping on the poor makes the wealthy proud! Aloha! L Milton Hankins August 14, 2022 at 12:14 PM Apparently, that is the case, Rico. Sadly!

Tom Cunningham August 14, 2022 at 8:43 AM Sadly for many all hope is lost and they just give up on everything. Tom L Milton Hankins August 14, 2022 at 9:43 AM Sadly, I'm afraid so, Tom. The very thought of it is chilling to me.