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The left is desperately trying to gain a foothold
on the soiled neckbones of socialists and communists.
The right rallies around their Donny guns
and high-wall, lock-and-load Tommy gun rhetoric.
Neither side is working for the working people.
They breathe and breed for their own self-interest.
Cleaving families, battering 2A and mincing babies.
Though our carbon footprints are rather large
we all dream about going green.
But my, how we adore our gassy SUVs,
bidets, gouty meats, and wall-to-wall heat.
We're all hypocrites of the highest degree.
Few are making sacrifices for progeny or country.
We stumble along in the haze of mediocrity.
Where the losers wear medals never earned.
We are led to our deaths by the swine of the earth.
Sipping plutonium from a shimmering nuclear cup.
That looks a hell of a lot like an urn.
Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.
She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.
If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’
One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.
But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.
A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.
But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’
A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.
Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’
Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.
And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.
Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…
Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.
Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
It was the way he stuffed his hand down the front pocket
Of his blue slacks
As if he was standing in a movie lobby
Waiting for friends
Nonchalant
Wanting to watch you watch him with an unbreakable stare
And almost a grin
His chin
Jutted out like Trump’s
To a shocked yet thrilled crowd
That holds its breath and thinks
You don’t really have that kind of power
Do you?
Chin way out
Maybe he’s counting loose change
Down there
By the circling of his fingertips
Or weaving his pinky through a keychain
Maybe it was a judge in his pocket
Or protection by police unions, Rupert Murdoch the Koch Brothers
Those darkest angels of all
Or the lowest call of all for Law and Order
That was the comfort he sought and found
Whatever it was he felt no need to hide his deed
His freedom
To take his time suffocating another black man
Beneath his knee
Breaking the man’s wind pipe by crunches and inches
Like ten minutes to him was but a last day of vacation
Wishing he could make it last so much longer
Though he’s still not satisfied
Wants to finish the job right
Wants to observe us all doing nothing about it
For a very long time
More chin more grin
Wants to tail this damn troublemaker
All the way to the pearly gates of the county border
With that hand absent-mindedly
Poking around
Fooling around
Killing time
Deep down there
Searching for the bottom
Of his pocket
Bored
With doing his duty.
It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never dreamed of growing old
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Sophomore year brought us to Saint Ann
Not old enough yet to be called a man
Hitch hike to the My Place and Bowling Alley
Travelled around the Panther Valley
Weekends looking for a brand new thrill
Going to the Coffee Shop in Summit Hill
On the Juke box "Runaround Sue" and "Cathy's Clown"
If "Rumble" came on we'd quickly leave town
Building memories as each day would unfold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
62 saw the Four Seasons singing "Sherry"
Our next two years would be with Saint Mary
Pep rallies in the court yard, who could forget
Sneak down to Henry's for a cigarette
Laughing, joking, we were only sixteen
Drop another nickel in the pinball machine
Flip a coin for a pool game, choose who will rack
Fan buses for away games, have a smoke in the back
Lou Christie sang "Two Faces Have I "
"The End of The World " made Skeeter cry
It was 63 and our time was near
We were starting our senior year
Unsure of what our future would hold
Back when we wore blue and gold
November came and some of us cried
The Friday President Kennedy died
Before the storm there is always a calm
Trouble brewing in Vietnam
In 64, invaded by another land
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand
The school would be one next year we were told
Back when we wore blue and gold
June arrived, graduation day
A time to rejoice, a time to pray
To change the world, thoughts so bold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Let it breathe—
not as a slogan carved in stone,
nor as a promise rehearsed at rallies,
but as a living thing,
fragile as morning light,
restless as a people denied.
For democracy is not a throne
where power sits unchallenged;
it is the trembling voice
that dares to question the throne.
It is not the ballot alone—
ink on a finger fades—
but the courage behind the hand
that refuses to be bought,
refuses to be broken.
Let it breathe
through dissent,
through the stubborn tongues of truth,
through the uneasy silence
that follows a lie exposed.
For when voices are caged,
democracy suffocates—
not with noise,
but with the quiet death
of meaning.
A nation does not fall
when its enemies gather at the gate;
it falls
when its people forget
that freedom is a duty,
not a gift.
Let our democracy breathe
in the streets where justice walks uneasy,
in the courts where truth must not kneel,
in the hearts of those
who choose integrity
over convenience.
For power, unchecked,
is a slow poison—
sweet at first,
then fatal.
And silence—
silence is its closest ally.
So let us speak,
not as rebels without cause,
but as custodians of a fragile flame;
knowing that to keep it alive
we must guard it
even from ourselves.
Let our democracy breathe—
not perfectly,
but honestly;
not loudly,
but freely.
For in its breath
lies the soul of the people,
and in its silence
their slow disappearance.
Every four years we get out the vote,
its our civic duty we are told.
We put on our scarfs and coats
and brave the rain and the cold.
The choices we have are divided into two,
the red on one side, the other side blue.
They hold rallies and debates to tell us their plans,
and sometimes they measure each others' hands.
By the end of the whole election process,
we hate our family, neighbors and friends.
We've been doing this for years without any progress,
when will all this political madness ever end.
We spend the next four to eight years
complaining or agreeing with whoever wins.
one side will stand up and cheer,
while the other spends time looking for sins.
One side always finds fault in the other,
while their own faults they try to cover.
They hope the voters will have forgotten,
all of those things they've done rotten.
At the end of the day we are pitted against one another
and they get together and pat each other's backs.
They treat one another like long lost brothers,
and make speeches and get paid in stacks.
"The trouble is we've got too many men running things in this country
that think they're smarter than the Lord." -- Huey P. Long
10 / 30 /18
The Masked Mulluss
Or "The Jinx" made his
Unannounced in ring debut
"Trouble " Flake Flemming
And "Longshore" Gobble sought
Observance, from ringside.
The announcers nearly cursed
The masked man, giving him no
Chance against former all wrestling
Pro champion, Fox Dicey.
Seven minutes in All Dicey.
Nine minutes in The masked man
Rallies to offence, making waste of
The former champion. A whip into
The ropes, flying drop kick by the
Masked Man, he lifts his opponent
And a small package finds him on
The defending end. Kickout one two.
"A what say ya" clothes line out of
The far corner send the former champ
Into a 360 flip. Followed by A levdrop,
One, two, three, we have a winner!
Do you remember when love was more than a four letter word
And holding hands walking down the street
Doing a matinee on a Saturday
Feeling the rhythm of the music in your feet
Playing baseball on an abandoned lot
And how the girls could turn your head
Sneaking that cigarette behind the house
Getting your first kiss and turning red
A nickel bought a candy bar
A penny bought a picture of a movie star
Go for a Sunday ride in the family car
A baseball glove dangling from your handle bar
Do you remember when Mom read us a nursery rhyme
Hey kids, what time is it? It's Howdy Doody Time
The Falcon and Shadow were fighting crime
You could find anything in the Five and Dime
In the drug store, you could get a cherry coke
The smell of the bus when it left all that smoke
Playing chase tag on the street at night
Running through fields, flying a kite
Picking flowers for Mom on the way home from school
Meeting your classmates at the community pool
School shopping right before Labor Day
Saving your money by putting pennies away
In spite of the hardships and all of the strife
Honesty was a way of life
We grew inside from what we learned
We didn't accept it if it wasn't earned
Pep rallies before the football game
We knew each shop and the owner by name
Do you remember when life was innocent
Do you ever wonder where it went?
A difference between co-dependent feel-good rallies
and interdependent revolutions
is also the difference
between Negative LoseLose bipolarity
and Positive WinWin Energy,
dipolar co-arising.
CoDependency is a double-binding
tolerance of addictive mendacity
sharing common grounds of fear and anger and, eventually, hate
with corresponding lack of freedom's non-violent gratitude
further imprisoning future LoseLose lack of love relationship,
co-listening
co-empathy
eco-listening
golden rule hearing
golden invitation speaking
WinWin fullness of integrity,
multicultural interdependency,
our own secular and sacred Original Intent
as we each continue to emerge
from healthy-wealth
of matriarchal co-operative incubating wombs
mentoring interdependent democratic maturity.
A codependent rally
is not the advertised interdependent revolution.
You can choose to believe election fraud is all a big lie, because media tells you it is:
But, over 35,000 people attended president Trump’s rally last night
Just as the multi thousands did in marches, parades and rallies before this
All in unity, with people of different nationality, religion and status, Etc.
Numbers speak for the truth, just as witness testimony and evidence has
A brave person took the stage last night, after all the slander he has endured
Without giving up after an unfair election and every accusation imaginable
Why? Because he loves this country, its history, values, freedom and justice
All this drives him to fight so hard through all opposition without giving up
Attacked by those who transform our country into something unrecognizable
Heidi Sands
7/4/21