I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
She was Chinese and only eight years of age.
On the noisy school playground,I found her.
Just beaten by fists of anger, fury and rage.
By a fifth-grade, tall boy,in no way demure.
But that year, San Francisco decided to
integrate all its great schools.
I helped the girl rise from the cement ground.
When integration was born, harm and incivility!
Became the American federal de jour rule!
Sir Fists of Fury,should have been suspended.
That sweet little girl….he hurt and punched! I’m
But it went on constantly and having a soul,
My teaching career just had to be ended.
I thought of what work I could possibly do.
Filing papers for a company nearly me bored me to death
But I was in no way going back to a violent zoo.
And.as I-walked, thanked God for my soul and breath.
Life was harsh in those sad, solemn strange days.
But today’s world..”We are coming for your children?”:
Far more lost, in nightmarish, uglier immoral ways.
And as poets,why do we never pen of this then?
6/29/2023
In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family
It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility
I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility
I pray and beg of thee;
Commit me to your memory. *
Place me among your 'Forget me nots'.
In many ways my friend,
I am a lot like you.
In a food crisis, my best memory speaks,
not of just bread and water, but also leeks.
A bowed incivility is all that I had known.
Egypt land where I was born never felt like home.
Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged.
Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived.
My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea.
The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy.
From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness.
I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened
to a nightmare of bitterness. But God always loves me with tenderness.
052922PS *Israelite experiences in Egypt
The high priests have spoken
we were thrilled
when they said we could sleep
through.
They knew we were tired,
that we were natural-born agitators
given to independent incivility.
It was good to relax,
to completely numb the heart-sickness;
and so to bed
with the rest of the grateful dead.
~ I am a Conservative
Here is who I am
and what I stand for ~
C onserving what is worth preserving
O pen to changing what's not working
N ot willing to throw out the baby with the bathwater
S teadfast when those around me are scurrying
E nabling my children and relatives to succeed
R eligious in the ecumenical sense of the word
V itally interested in my community's welfare
A larmed by the rise in incivility in public discourse
T ender-hearted and giving to the stranger, the widow, the orphan
I nterested in politics, but not obsessed with it
V oracious reader of classical fiction and non-fiction
E nduring privation graciously, with faith and trust in God
I have this disability
The one called imbecility,
Along with instability
And rampant incivility.
I lack dependability
And have no credibility.
I’m short on sensibility,
Am prone to gullibility
And have the inability
To see my fallibility.
And yet, with great humility
I say with plausibility
The concept “genius” – you’ll agree –
Really fits me to a tee.
Images roll daily trampled by incivility
Far away enough yet close to humanity
Mired by evil, engrossed in misery
Where being born feels like a tragedy.
Longing for mercy, smile tries to emerge
Straining weary mind every grin hurts
Yet, life goes on unfazed by distress
Amid stormy rain wishing for a sunny day.
Untouched by pain world disdain reigns,
Forlorn eyes concede burden of debt
Paying it with pride extracted from dignity
For being a recipient at destiny's doorstep.
March 27, 2018
Cynicism spectres mustn’t stalk civility
Despite sights and bites of disappointment
In the context of egregious incivility
Experienced on the fence of taut torments.
Cynicism sacs mustn’t hack a peace pack
Despite the blight and slight of incensed spite
Sampled and gambled in front and at the back
Weighed down on the back of a futile fight.
Cynicism symbolisms mustn’t rear their ugly head
Despite disillusion and the profusion of illusion
Perceived and received under the pretext of a head fed
To malice at a price too high to warrant a fickle fusion.
Cynicism sounds and pounds your table in a fable
Lived and grieved in a world of nightmares
Endured under the lure of a senility stable
Where experts evince events that scare mighty mares.
In a lawless and defying society
where ugly symbols of hate
are becoming banners of disunity
crucifying freedom to the stake...
their purpose is to annihilate:
what stood for patriotic sentiments, immortalized in words
but oblitering them from memory, is a tremoundous loss!
Written on 9/23/2017
In a defying and lawless society,
where ugly symbols of hate
are becoming banners of disunity
that crucify freedom to the stake:
their purpose is to annihilate
what stood for patriotic sentiments
immortalized in words,
but oblitering them from memory
is a tremendous loss!
Written on 9/23/2017
Her mother wears the marks of her father’s cowardly abuse;
To make it through another day, by noon, his mom is full of juice;
The divorce is getting ugly, hatred gets in the way of compromise;
The children becoming victims, to no one, should come as a surprise.
The courts are overworked; the docket is full of domestic contests;
Lawyers are appointed to represent the parent’s selfish interests;
The children are overlooked; what help can these kids possibly get?
Well, that’s where you can be the hero as a Court Appointed Special Advocate.
Just a few hours each month to spend talking to a child,
Caught up in the middle of domestic incivility in a world gone a little wild;
While everyone else is worried about the adults in these domestic legal fights,
The CASAs, as volunteers, help ensure we don’t forget the children’s plight.
If ever you have asked yourself, “What little can I do?”
If ever you have wondered, “What charitable work should I choose?”
If ever you have wanted to thank karma for all the good that you get,
I highly encourage you to become a CASA and help children who are less fortunate.
Beauty Beyond The Skin
Beauty in the ancient past must have been far more than skin deep and a sight for sore eyes
Every person, place, and thing in the entire universe was unmarred, unscarred, and undisturbed
Animals roamed freely, being at peace with each other; never having to kill or be killed for survival
Unlike our present world of savagery and misery; of insecurity and incivility, that we have come to know
Time heals all wounds they say; so let’s take hold of the hands of time while there is still time
Imagination of the portrait that God painted with His creative hands, helps erase the ugliness
Families ever intact; fortunes not idolized; food enough for all; fleeting fame, never to be worshiped
Until we all learn to love for who we are, as simply God’s creative beings, we will never experience beauty
Love never fails; it will never hate; it does not boast itself; it builds up others, and wishes the best for them
12302015(PS Contest with the theme of “Beautiful”)
In youth I thought I was shrewd, a defender,
with grandiose ideas, a panacea for incivility
for a world stricken with an illness called greed.
No one listened to me; a self-proclaimed healer.
With age, I became aware of a basic human flaw.
My attitude made me believe I was a sage.
Wisdom came ...
in realizing a greater power than I has the cure,
in knowing that the world could change ME...
and in me never allowing that to happen.
November 28th, 2015
"Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself."
~ Rumi ~
Quote Me Rumi Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Should I enhance my recognition
by defiantly treading on an innocent heart?
Or perhaps mine is a sin of omission,
fleeing with fame a la carte,
while thoughtlessly tearing another soul apart.
What reward can be found
as I stomp on another’s dreams,
leaving them quaking on the ground
where incivility screams
and not one ray of light beams?
Perhaps there is more joy in obscurity
than in fame that grows from ill roots.
Before me is an angel basking in purity
besieged by destructive brutes –
wolves dressed in lambs’ suits.
My soul will not let me go there –
to that place where evils dwell.
Entrust my fate to a prayer
that self-promoting acts cannot dispel
the eternal fires of an infamous hell.
*Written April 12, 2015, for Sheri’s “I, Icon” challenge
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