Global warming it's a scam,
and bigwigs just don't give a damn,
they fly to this year's global forum
in private jets without decorum.
Control the world is their plan
it only hurts the common man;
they eat steak and we eat bugs
they look as us and simply shrug.
In multi-million beachfront homes
their hypocrisy it makes me groan;
carbon footprints they don't mind
as long as gold in banks they find.
Climate change it comes and goes
the sun's in charge don't you know
and nature's world will adapt,
it always has and that's a fact!
Dear Evangelicals,
Did you drink the Kool aid,
or perhaps it was the bleach?
Now wanting to reelect a President
who should have been impeached!
What about those values that Christ did teach?
May be you no longer care about the Capitol police..
This monied man, an immoral leader
whose prompted up by a massive maga meter..
Donald Trump is skilled at marketing his brand
and spreading his divisiveness where ever he can..
Christ over threw the money tables when in the
temple he went.
Donald Trump is not your savior.
He's no Clark Kent!
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug –
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:
Those mindless, confusing rants,
Bidden juices-up; Psaki, drinking
without blinking – regurgitating
at deceptive White House briefings –
propaganda validated by shameless,
would-be reporters, were it not for
their obvious conscription – their
sacrificial genuflecting, having
sold their souls to the Golden Calf
of Soros wealth and tyrannical
influence –
For Progressive compliance – securing
her high place of worship in a Marxist,
Totalitarian Kingdom – Pelosi suggesting
free ice-cream be given to all, in place
of Tried-And-True, Good Old, American
Freedom –
I sit looking at my half full
glass of rum watching
as the clear glass sweats
and the droplets
leave a trail down the sides
Funny I see it half full
when my life feels half empty
I push it away not wanting
to drink the "Kool aid"....
No it's not what got me
to this point but it does taste
of lost hope and
forgotten dreams
Regardless I feel like I'm
not real anymore
But then who could I be
I don't even have
my heart any longer....
Foolishnessly I gave it
away to someone I thought
I could trust and once again
Failed miserably.... I
so naively I gave it to you....
the only person who broke me.
I bit the fruit
But didn't drink the Kool-Aid
Got drunk just the same
“Her Desher”-(The Red One) something eerie searches,
For life, a loner, three journeys away from reality and beauty.
Looking for optimism among its adversaries.
Why the self-affliction as the majestic dust storm blankets it all,
Hiding,making yourself "bloody like death".
“Ares” why do you conquer all the light and choose the darkness?
It must feel like home, comfortable, yet dejected,
Why fear evolution?, Maybe there is aspiration yet,
Drink the “Kool Aid”, it’s never too late to join us, you’re not dead,
At least not utterly.
Simple wonders of profound heights as the mountain peaks proudly,
Highest that any of its rivals,
No fight there, No competition needed, Battle won before it even starts
You can spread your wings and sore through the deepest valley known to this universe,
“Fire Star” your magnificence knows no constraints there is hope yet.
By SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN