Centred around the trend of today's commentary-
Anything we say that doesn't fit into this
Narrative-your censored and
Condemned for your opinions-what
Ever happened to free speech? -are we just
Living in chains disguised as democracy?
Chants and placards suit the system of divide-
United we need to stand-but us humans are divided.
Today's society is
Unwell and the disease is spreading where the
Reflections of the past that doesn't fit inside today`s ideology is
Either censored or cancelled=erasing history!
eighteenth amendment
national prohibition
thirteen awful years
led by protestants
fearing evil of liquor
handcuffed alcohol
policemen were paid off
bootleggers became wealthy
speakeasies crept up
cancelled years later
by 21st amendment
drinking continues
i am india you are india
but india cancelled
more devotees killed in hathras congregation than
soldiers in war
media demonstrate access to absconding guru
than police
fundamental rights thwarted
police judiciary bureaucracy failed india
i am india you are india
but india cancelled
no one demolished babri masjid
no one killed jasika lall,arushi.....abhya shakti
fundamental rights thwarted
police judiciary bureaucracy failed india
i am india you are india
but india cancelled
it is emergence of difference in votes casted,votes counted era
political parties reach parliament in booths captured,unfair election
fundamental rights thwarted
police judiciary bureaucracy failed india
i am india you are india
but india cancelled
You said you love me, but you acted
As if you’re not; you were so sweet
But then inversely reacted:
Without a word you cancelled me.
It came to me out of the blue
What might have happen to upset
A person that is loving you
Who’s more obedient than your pet
Its well established now, to cancel
A common form of disrespect
And it can cause a circumstantial
Or quite substantial effect
For what, my love? How can it be?
A string of questions goes, impaling
My poor mind, and I can’t see
A reason for this ethics, failing
To understand an awful truth
If I’ve become your job of patience
A luggage bag you dreamt to lose
Somewhere at the railway station.
Today there is a performance
of happiness about to happen.
Players mime, display
painted smiles over painted eyes.
I am late
an expectant crowd had already formed,
even the town beggars
had stopped panhandling for gold coins
and are waiting curiously for the
show to begin.
An announcer announces:
The script had been lost
in a crisis of doubtful origin.
Joy has been indefinitely delayed.
Someone jeered loudly
another cheered softly.
The performers knelt down
and prayed for more red wine.
Eventually milk and honey was delivered
on the backs of sweating mules,
but they were both stale.
They cancelled Christmas in Washington DC because they couldn't find three wise men.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2022
the way the rain is falling
the perfection of the chill
makes us laugh as we agree to disagree
we cancel our plans for we are both under the weather
we decide to stay under the covers
an idea for hot soup and orange juice pops into my mind
sniffling while smiling, you nod in agreement while lying to yourself for the sake of getting back to wellness
i quickly prepare the soup and add ice to your glass of orange juice
i bring it back to the bedroom as you smile at the early episode of laramie that you found
i quickly join you in the bed and we slurp up the chunky chicken noodle soup and sip on the ice cold orange juice
sniffling, coughing, and sneezing as one, we enjoy the laramie marathon
being under the weather is, at times, a fun thing to be, when you focus on the quality time that you hardly ever think about when working
the stuff we take forgranted is the stuff that lasting relationships are made of
sorry carly, but today we make 'time for the pain' for it is making us feel better without us even knowing it
Faults draw their battle lines,
fingers point to all and nowhere,
the powerful seize their dishonest moments.
America still has its lights on
but those lights are dead-eyed,
they stare like the painted orbs
of broken dolls.
I cannot write about this sickly ‘shinning,’
it both glares and shades my mind.
The new 'normal' is old,
both angels and devils, the meek and the bold
run to each other for answers,
but no one knows
the anger quotient of: Why?
From sea to shining sea
no one now is free.
The sun went down alone tonight,
clouds abandoned
horizon dark
The moon in twilight hesitation,
distance empty
redemption stark
The sun went down and disappeared,
light a memory
warmth to chill
A trail of comets turning back,
morning cancelled
—future killed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
I remember plodding through the snow
From my grandma’s house to the bus stop,
Listening to the sounds of the tire chains
The school bus thumping along icy roads,
But school was never cancelled.
Bottoms of my trousers would be frozen
And snow would be clinging to my eyelashes,
Stamping my feet to warm my toes
While we waited in the unheated bus shed,
But school was never cancelled.
The fingers of my mittens would stick together
My toboggan barely covered my ears,
The soles of my shoes would be slippery
And treacherous, since I didn’t have galoshes,
But school was never cancelled.
Snow on the path would pile up to my knees
My breath glistened passing my runny nose,
Some pages of my books would get wrinkled
Especially if I dropped them along the way,
But school was never cancelled.
written December 25, 2021
Angry cirrus clouds
menacing summer sunshine
picnic is cancelled
written May 24, 2021
Rudolph slipped on an ice covered roof
And landed sideways throwing up a hoof
It caught Santa on the side of his head
Dazed; he fell off the roof now he's dead.
Written 18th December 2020 .
Christmas Chastushka - Rules Revised.
Sponsored By Andrea Dietrich.
A parcel postman named Claus
in 2020 had reason to pause
Covid19 pandemic ,we can relate
made poorly Santa ,for ten days isolate.
Proms are cancelled all over the world
Graduations? Not this year
I feel so sorry for the seniors
Both kinds of Seniors
The oldsters because they are vulnerable
The young ones because so many of their dreams are cancelled
No prom
No graduation
No graduation party
Thanks to the Corona Virus
School is online until further notice
A month ago seniors were trying on shoes for prom
Now they are online trying to concentrate on school
Online trying to speak with their friends
Online trying not to think about prom or graduation
I gave you my heart
You broke it and sent it back
With a note marked not wanted
There’s no money back guarantee
No try me and see
But now your account has been closed
Your credit score blown
And I’m taking my business elsewhere
The lover I want will order more than once
And will look after my heart as their own
The business of love is hard on the heart
And highly emotionally charged
Now leave me alone
I’m going on line
To see if I can find love on the web
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