Ding dong the witch is dead
And her intersectional house of cards
Built on a shaky swamp of lies
Is now tumbling, blown away
And burned to the ground.
Who could not see this coming
10 years ago, five years ago, one year ago,
The inevitable backlash to tyranny?
The truth is it was always a toss up,
And it took a political groundswell
To open the doors to disinfection
By the cleansing power of light and air
Good old reason and common sense.
Gone are the days when DEI
Was forced down our throats
On our knees, hands tied behind our backs.
The witch with gun to our head may be gone
But her policies and lingering stench
Still fill the halls of power,
And like all things evil,
She can always rise from the dead.
Ding dong the witch is dead
So today we celebrate, dance and sing
And stomp the ground above her grave.
(2/21/26)
D on't get it twisted,
I t is
V ery clear why programs like this even
E xisted!
R eaching goals and obtaining any type of
S uccess was hard when sex, skin and orientation came
I nto view.
T ribulation and strife was in heavy supply for the old and the
Y outh.
E very day we should fight for everyone to have the
Q uality of life that is truly humane and
U nderstand that although that might not look the same for everybody
I t should feel like
T hey're living and breathing the same good life as their fellow man.
Y ou shouldn't have to scrape
A nd claw to do
N othing but simply exist.
D enying or closing our eyes to bias and systemic bigotry
I s not the answer and takes us
N owhere.
C alled are we all to truly
L ove another and to hate what is evil.
U nique opportunities arrive when we
S ever ties with
I deas
O f hatred and disdain.
N othing but truly loving each other as God loves us can change hearts and minds.
To live on cruel rations
was once the fashion
for armies of yore on the move
Today’s fighters -- foodies
who crave culinary goodies
their delicate taste-buds to soothe
- Perché solo il vento Ostro
si puó ballare con gli alberi...?
- Adesso io voglio anche, dire il Scirocco......
- Anche io detto il Gregale...
- Ho detto anche io il Ponente... 1
- Ore, i vostri piagnone egoistici...
ha detto questo il famoso TRAMONTANA !
- Per caso sulla loro terra, scioltto,
non ballare vuoi con i suoi amici
dela foreste...!? nei loro angoli non sono
preferito de palle ?
- Quindi smettere di bramare gli alberi
delle altri...?
- Qui, in questo zolla, qui ballano,
pezzo che danza, vernici bordo... me ....!
qui balla eccomi vento, nel vento,
piede di vento... meglior piede di valze...
io... me... !
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
Flattery will get you everywhere
You can buy justice it’s for sale
DEI now has a red cap for flair
No need for degree from Yale
You can try to erase history
demanding a page preserved
Replacing fact science lobotomy
White washing learning disturbed
Changing the rules being cruel
New way of pushing agenda
Defunding schools hiring fools
Send troops if they won’t surrender
To the dumbing down around
In every leadership role
Ignorance preferred proud peacock now
Selling your soul for gold
No one is above God’s law
Our money is not enough
Censorship blocks our talk
Here free speech once was
Every Empire not of the Lord
Falls at a loss history ignored
Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good
They want to erase our heroes and heroines
Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes guiding future black American stars
They say it’s DEI and continue to denim deny
Racist goals and faulty souls as the reason why
Black is resilient beautiful and brilliant so true
You enslaved raped murdered hate, we don’t need you
Today I’m grateful for Diversity, equity and inclusion…
and how in the whole pie of life each plays an important one-third..
Diversity is having a seat at the table
Equity is having a voice…
Inclusion is having that voice be heard.
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
Agnus Dei
They sang.
Echoes of an ancient cry
Of prophet wild
On Jordan’s bank.
Mystery spans eternity,
Infinity the source and end.
Provision planned
In love
For man,
For God
A remedy to cross the gulf,
Sin’s chasm,
Gaping wound
Unhealed
Till that great Baptist cry,
Behold the Lamb of God!
Scribbled after hearing Gounod’s music, ‘Agnus Dei’ on the radio.
("Multiculturalism Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
DEI
Skin color is literally skin deep,
Of course race means a lot more -
For anatomy and physiology,
Our emotional and mental characteristics,
But that is all deeper than a color.
To focus on just skin
Misses all that is beneath
All that is within,
And THAT is called an individual;
You, me, and us.
Why would we ever give that up
To be just a member of a group,
A face in the crowd
A number in a quota?
It’s a coward’s game to hide one’s face
And yet every day
I still see someone wearing a mask
At the grocery store, at the post office,
And I wonder, what’s wrong with them,
And what illness are they so considerately
Protecting us from…
(6/23/24)
Most radiant host, angelic glory be
Within thy blesséd grace, Portal of Faith.
In simple form You came, yet still through thee
We see theophony, through which God saith,
¨Dear child mine, most valiant flesh now is thine.
Hereby thy peace I grant, through darkest night
With burden light and blood of freshest vine.
My veil, most pale, shines forth the brightest light.¨
And blood, the mark of Christ, by malice drawn
In God's almighty chalice rests untouched.
Though hard we pray, His pain is never gone.
´Till end of times, we shall recall as much.
Most sacred Lamb of God, through pain most sweet
Has sacrificed Himself for us to eat.
They say Claudine Gay resigned today
Diversity at the university just died, we pray
Twelve men in the beginning
reporting unto God
Ten Commandments to proclaim…
devotional synod
Sacred by their nature born
each man immortal bound
Divinity in every word
salvations thorny crown
Choices come and choices go
judgment waits beyond
The weight incumbent, buried deep
embedded in a psalm
Nine will cloister, locked in place
the future theirs to choose
Decisions based on marble text
—Noah’s Ark in view
(Villanova University: June, 2022)
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