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Sam Adams
Lived in Medford Oregon
Where he ran a vacation home business
And was part of the Ashland Chamber of Commerce
Who were his adopted family
One day he was out on the mountain highway
Outside of town
When tragedy occurred
Out of the blue
In the dark,
on the way down the mountain…
Sam side-swiped a young doe (deer).
Sam wasn’t driving fast…
just wrong place, wrong time,
Sam never hit anything large…
even though Sam
lived in Oregon most
of his life.
It was horrific…
Sam had broken
her back leg
and watched
as she tried
to get away from him.
She was in shock,
in pain, and breathing so very hard.
Maria the deer
Said to herself
“Damn I encountered
One of those damn human creatures
Moma is always warning me about
Driving that mechanical monster
But he seems nice enough
Mama said
Some humans are decent.
Most are evil creatures,
Who want to kill all the wild animals,
With their guns, their cars,
Their pollution and their man-made
Climate change inducing wildfires.
Thinking they are God’s gift
To the world
When in fact
We all know
That Satan rules their dark, devious
Little hearts “.
,
Maria, helpless
Watched Sam calling
The Oregon State Police.
Although they dispatched an officer
they did not arrive
while Sam spent forty-five minutes
with this sweet-faced girl.
Sam finally had to leave her,
as it was pitch black
and he was staying
with her on the side of the mountain,
on the highway,
and in a dangerous area.
Sam hoped the OSP
Would arrive soon,
and were able to take her down.
Sam hoping
she was not
found by a predator.
Sam finally got home…
hugged his husband
while he slept
Sam sat down
surrounded by three of our four fur babies…
Bastet, Mila, and Ostia.
Posted his misadventures
To the world
What happened was completely accidental,
but the look in this young doe’s eyes,
will be with Sam for some time to come.
Sam did not own a gun
but wish he had a gun
and could have done something more.
Sam was still so affected
Thinking he had left her
suffering and alone.
Earlier today, I had a small-group evaluation
that I’ve been quietly dreading
and frankly, I wasn’t sure I was ready.
See, I’ve neglected things of late
I had the flu and couldn’t concentrate.
But once that was over, I could focus,
and I did some uneducated guessing,
about what the physiology skill-drill might be.
My group peer-assessed me, and those guys can be savage,
and a fail on the quiz could block my module passage.
I showed what I’d prepared, 2-hours focussed on things like prioritizing diagnoses.
Their questions were pointed but they didn’t reveal their prognoses.
How’d I do? I haven’t a clue.
I was quivering with exhaustion when I was through.
The professeur seemed pleased, and I got a few nods and smiles,
in my clinical-presentation debut.
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A song for this:
Diary by Lucy Tun
You Need Therapy (Ready) by Mila Smith
non-compensatory - A fail in ED/PBL can block module passage
ISHQ-E-VAFA
ISHQ-E-VAFA KE BADLE, HUMKO KYA MILA?
ISHQ-E-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMKO KYA MILA?
HUM NAHIN TERE SAR-E-TAJ KE GHAFIL,
TERI RUSDO-AGAHI MEIN HUMKO SALIKA MILA.
ISHQ-E-RUSWA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZAKHM MILA,
ISHQ-E-FANA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN BAKA MILA.
HUM NAHIN HAIN TERE SHOKH-E-ISHQ KE BANDE,
TERE RAH-E-SHOKH MEIN HUMEIN PATTHAR MILA.
SHARM-O-HAYA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZILLAT MILA,
SHOKH-E-BEZAR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN ETIMAAD MILA.
HUM NAHIN TERE UMEED-E-FAZA KE KHILONE,
TERE FIRAAQ-E-ISHQ MEIN HUMEIN RAFTAAB MILA.
DIL-E-RUBABIYAT KE BADLE, HUMEIN RANJ MILA,
DIL-E-SHOR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN SUKOON MILA.
“RAHEMAN” SADA HAI RAFTAAB-E-HAQEEQAT PE,
TERE RAFTAAB-E-BATIL MEIN HUMEIN HAQ MILA.
RAAH-E-GULSHAN KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZEHAR MILA,
ZAKHM-O-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN HAYA MILA.
RAHEMAN AB NAHIN RAHA MUHAJIR BANKAR,
TERE ISHQ-E-FIRAAQ MEIN HUMEIN AAINA MILA.
Har haal mein hum behaal rahe
Gham-e-jaan se har dam ndhaal rahe
Tumhari chahat ki rahguzar mein
Kabhi khaak, kabhi paimaal rahe
Na khwab bane, na taabeer mili
Bas azaab hi azaab ke hamaal rahe
Dhoop sehte guzargayi sadiyaan
Shab-e-hijr ke hi sawaal rahe
Mohabbat ke saahil bhi door the
Aur dil ke toofaan be-zawaal rahe
Shajar-e-umeed ka saaya na mila
Hum faseel-e-gham ke kamaal rahe
Jo charaagh jalaye the aarzu ke
Wahi aandhiyon mein bemisaal rahe
Rah-e-wafa mein the zakhm beshumaar
Phir bhi hanste rahe, lajawab rahe
Humne socha tha dil ka dard sunayein
Magar lab pe qufl, aur sawaal rahe
Har shaam ne tanhai ka zehar diya
Har raat ke geet bhi malaal rahe
American wasteland.
It’s a party you’re invited to.
Plan on unstable conditions.
We put incompetence before security,
and disguise your losses as little things.
The corruption's open, unmistakable and court approved.
We’ve undone the shackles of constitutional checks,
and we’re steadily enlarging our jurisdictions.
Independence will be costly, but dependence is invoiced too.
We’ll watch the social thesis melt, as resources dwindle,
and everything becomes more expensive.
If you’re still uncertain of the issues,
you may have the ears of an ass.
You’re all-in whether you know it or not,
and the canaries have stopped chirping.
Is democracy still a plausible success story?
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A song for this:
The Adults Are Talking by Mila Smith [E]
act like you know (feat. Muni Long) by Master Peace [E]