To the till, oh you people!
That your barns may be filled with staple
To keep our ever-dynamic world growing
We must roll up our sleeves and set our hands to sowing
"Ask not what your country can do for you, But what you can do for your country,"
This charge from the great Kennedy
We must our consciousness renew
Heed the call for duty and creative breakthrough
And at the end of each work day
With gratitude to God our Creator we pray
Thanking Him for the progress and lessons made
That on the morrow, at the till, we’ll be wiser and on course to be paid!
The Lesser Of Two Evils
(Always Gets My Vote)
Miracle Man
10/7/2024
What once were blatant lies,
are now merely, “I misspoke.“
Are us non degree folks stupid,
or is it another political joke?
Politicians tour the country smiling,
shaking hands and grooving.
But a clue to their “misspeaking”,
they’re lips are always moving.
While they may put us in classes,
seeing us as either sheep or goats.
But we still have what they need,
they can’t survive without our votes.
Vote your conscience
"My fellow Americans
ask not what your country can do for you—
ask what you can do for your country."
John F. Kennedy
we must have forgotten...
the pyramid's foundation, rotten.
Physiological begets Safety.
shadowing the State of coercion, states thee.
opt-in by creation, opt-out, your expiration.
tread on me and my countrymen.
volition ours, to sunder friends?
participated.
regulated.
complied.
the time, overdue.
ask not what your country can do for you.
Ask not what your country can do for you,
don’t question whether your nation will bleed
red, white and blue true
Tax bleed thru and thru for you
Ask instead what good sacrifice will you offer to do
Will you take a kitchen knife
and split your chubby checkbook in two?
Do you see stars as you bleed,
do the ruddy stripes
make you wanna faint from the sight?
A deep tax cut is always good
for economic recovery cash flow
The richer be your investment capital,
the more dividend treasures
come raining thru your bank teller window
The poorer be your homestead financial,
the money drought
will withering cut your cash crop growth
Another deep tax cut
will surely good knife me
into permanent I.V. poverty
What’s good for the goose
running the government,
is taking a grave gander out of me
What can I do in service for my country?
Labor for more slave pay that ain’t tax-free
A sojourner, I cross the years to look
sliding pass the history books
and read while listening.
Stepping through time, moments of tenacity finds
while I follow the spoken words
and seek the speaker today still heard.
The parade flows endless through the streets
with cheers and waving flag fleets
we stand teary eyed yet indiscreet.
A lone white image, saddled riderless horse
marks the footsteps once taken
with hearts rendered lost and shaken.
A nation displayed by every man both strong and brave
repeating the unforgotten words he gave
“Ask not what your country can do for you;
ask what you can do for your country.”
she was dressed in pink
excited people lined streets
red roses she held
a senseless act took a life
his demise a nation mourned
2/24/2016
A fragment of his life he did great things.
John F. Kennedy/Quotes
“If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live.”
My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
The Privilege
I hold this truth to be self-evident
that freedom is not a right
it is a privilege
given to us not only by the courageous people
who sacrifice there own freedom
to battle the forces that would strip us
of what we seemingly take for granted
but also to those who support our heroes
if you are proud to consider yourself free
ask not what your country can do for you
but do what you can for our soldiers and their
families because without them what country
would you have
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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