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An Accursed Abominable Deadly Epidemic

(alternately titled random axe of violence)

I calculated an average 
of ~10.16.... deaths per year 
of mass school shootings since Columbine, 
a morbid benchmark where,

iGen / Gen Z 1995 - 2012 bore significant hit,
now students require armed guards to learn - veer
really within purportedly "safe places", 
which statistics tracks a unilinear

trend, and justifiably causing 
absolute zero reassurance
countering alarmist state of mind dust tear
ability to accept rationale 

dismissing greater probability 
prevails lightening will strike loved ones, 
nonetheless share
ring understandable expressing 

rightful salient concerns with school board
quotidian possibility son(s) and/or daughter(s) rare
lee remain mum at every opportunity, 
how second amendment does not square

with democratic e pluribus unum firmament, 
lieutenant management, 
quintessential reverent tenets
pointing trigger finger of accountability

at lax gun purchasing rare
lee does emotional uproar demanding 
immediate controls, limitations, restrictions, 
et cetera on firearms scare

the bejesus from stalwart National Rifle Association, 
whence spokesperson doth prepare
convincing rebuttal (lock, stock at barrel) overbear
ring lee outgun legitimate 

parental concerns, now near
daily occurrence hardly cause a flinch glossed 
inducing similar reactions as 
sports home team defeated, sans mere

slightly raised eyebrows while headline news 
when another tragedy gets tacked 
unto the 122 students killed since Columbine
took the lives of innocent lives 19 plus years ago

which ho hum sacrifice of youth or teachers bare
lee induce ripple despite an increasing number 
of spent bullets fallout inflicting 
more than 208,000 vulnerable 
impressionable psyches sorrows need a lifetime to air!


Premium Member The Silent Legion

The Silent Legion

Tucked into closets both near and away,
Amidst cedar planks, now alee of the fray,
Rest class A’s once borne on frames
Straight and young.

A legion of aging uniforms hold fast
Fading ribbons of campaigns past,
Honoring selfless acts inked indelibly 
Upon the wounded minds.

This suit of my country is not kept to don
But to never forget the inseparable bond,
Forged in grave times by young men
Who held the lives of each for the other.

Oh, to once again form ranks with all of us
Who were once that Unum from the Pluribus
And rise to the call of cadence, sung sharp and clear,
Holding sway o're a platoon of ground-crunching boots.

My faithful ones, my brothers-gray,
You did not shy from the call to obey
The just tradition of those who stood
Their watch in the shield of freedom.

You fought for liberty on Concord Green and Lexington,
Belleau Wood and the Marne, Normandy and Iwo Jima; Inchon
And Chosin, Ia Drang and Khe Sanh; (a Cold War twice inflamed) 
From Ramadi to Nuristan, and places unnamed.

When our flag is on parade and some take a knee,
The Red, White and Blue is the veteran’s guarantee
Paid for with the Sacrifice, Courage, and Honor
Of those whose remains they dishonor. 

It is to you America and the world owe thanks, 
(Steadfast guardians of freedom’s frailty)
For now your sons and daughters join ranks,
Defending liberty with life, 
And risking return interred amidst cedar planks.
 
Copyright Paul Thomson 2020

Premium Member The Anointed One

Anointed by God to rule the land
Yet brags where he places his molesting hand
Let us love one another, all children of God
Yet puts proxies before a firing squad
The Lord he praised and the Bible he thumped
Yet adherents of the Word neither phased nor stumped
Turn to God when forgiveness you seek
Yet replies NO, never shall I be unmanly/meek
In the eyes of God, we are all alike
Yet the misbegotten can all take a hike
Obey my command and I’ll offer benevolence
As I give E pluribus unum a whole new relevance
God hath anointed His faithful avatar for you
Yet now go and do as I say, not as I do
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Vox Populi

the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life, 
     liberty and pursuit of happiness - 
     stolen under their figurative nose) 

     asper an unparalleled heist 
recouping quintessential basic human rights, 
     and will NOT yield an inch 
     (or any other minuscule amount), 

     if for no other reason 
     (and many more valid claims prevail) 
     such inalienable American birthrights 

     (codified decrees endowing freedoms -
     tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets) 
     guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
     sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced

within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting 
     assigned storied halls with din 
of fire arms (acquired 

     from pennies on the dollar, 
     or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market) 
     of society, where trigger happy jinn nee

     as slaughter sans killing fields mount 
     with resignation vis a vis 
     tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:

deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY) 
     to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE

as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter 
     one or more mere mortals
     think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!

Premium Member The Map

The Map

Hence, reacting to tyrannical rule in 1776,
Delegates from the thirteen colonies met in 
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
To declare independence from Great Britain.
Eleven years later, the ratification process of the
American Constitution began, and it was ratified
On June 21, 1788, thereby creating the framework
For the formation of the “Republic of the United States.”

With a government for the people, by the people,
In three branches—legislative, executive, and judicial—
With checks, balances, and cooperation
Ensuring constitutional interpretation.
Governed by two congressional bodies and a president,
Elected by state and electoral college systems,
And an appointed Supreme Court of nine justices,
“Equal Justice Under Law“ is approved by the U.S. Congress.

Between two oceans, east and west (the Atlantic and Pacific),
And between two countries, north and south (Canada and Mexico),
The map today displays a compression of forty-eight states
And two non-contiguous states, a federal district, and many territories;
E Pluribus Unum, is  the American nation of race and heritage,
Ethnicity, and diversity of its citizens who stand to recite
The Pledge of Allegiance while the Stars and Stripes wave in the air
Over the land as the eagle soars, signifying strength and freedom.
                                                 ***

Note:
    E Pluribus Unum: Out of many, one (traditional motto of U.S.A. since 1782). The official motto is “In God We Trust,” which was adopted in 1956.
Form: Verse


E Pluribus Unum

It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?

Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart.  Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
Form: Sonnet

E Pluribus Unum

It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?

Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart.  Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
Form: Sonnet

An Aire Bout Central Air

Far moost o' me
     three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer

(spins upon the global axis
     (tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
     of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied

     for Pete's sake by Gabriel
     blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
     points to thermonuclear

and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
     of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing

     theoretical armageddon,
     when non plus ultra gravitates
     with e pluribus unum necessitating
     each individual to bend over

     and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless *****
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
     incinerates e'en

     the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
     arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid

     dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
     temperature nearing triple digits
     (along Eastern Seaboard

     of United baked States
makes this human,
     an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)

     basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
     within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
     creature comfort donning my

     stretched out birthday suit,
     (yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
     mountain of clothes
 
     as mooch as Yukon sales,"
     no matter mine ill mannered
     mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or

     laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
     which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,

     thy orgasmic passion linkedin
     with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!

Premium Member E Pluribus Unum

Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly
with meager possessions, lofty dreams,
bringing hearts filled
with longings
for the familiarity of homelands
and family left behind,
they came to America.

Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei,
Erickson, Keeton and Rausch.
RaGusa, Martin, Devries,
Kaplan, Renfro, Czypryzs,
Morrissey, Hartpence, Colbert,
Collier, Roth, Proia and Ward.
They came to America.

Shining through immigrant tears,
Lady Liberty’s freedom torch
beaconed the way to portals of hope.
Beyond ... the future’s golden glow
beckoned the brave to create a new America
molded out of the melting pot of diversity.
They came to America.

Standing hand in hand at Ellis’s shore,
in reverent silence,
hearts bursting with pride,
a hundred mother tongues
with single voice proclaimed
in perfect harmony,
“We are America!”

Premium Member We

E Pluribus Unum ~  Out Of Many, One

[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United 
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global scale.]


We are farmhands, postal workers, we are rich industrialists
We are pilots, sailors, warriors, mathematicians, scientists
We are doctors, nurses, dentists; taking care of those in need
We are teachers, flight attendants, moms and dads with mouths to feed

We post blogs, develop websites, we are software engineers
We are athletes, video gamers, we're retired volunteers
We are dancers, painters, sculptors, we are actors on the stage
We are clerks, construction workers, pay for night school with our wage

We are high school educated, college maybe, or hard knocks
We are barbers and beauticians, drive a truck or work on docks
We are clergy, civic leaders, wardens at the county jail
Roll in wheelchairs, use sign language, wear prosthetics, read by Braille

We are bankers, tax accountants, proud grandparents, husbands, wives,
We are activists who strive to give our children better lives
We are widows, orphans, childless; we feel sorrow to the core
We are social workers, advocates of justice for the poor

We make music or just listen, sing out loud or softly hum
We are common, we are special, we are those who overcome
We are poets and songwriters, we write letters to our kin
Sharing stories of our life, of where we're going, where we've been

We are those with beating hearts, with flexing muscles, red blood cells
Kidney donors, missionaries, we help dig fresh water wells
We praise God in mosque or church, in synagogue or kingdom hall,
In a temple, or in nature, maybe have no God at all

We are from around the planet, we have skin of every tone
We have short hair, long hair, no hair, kinky hair; we're not alone
We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you
Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view

   This, my dream: to be united when it all is said and done
   Though we may not be there yet, we share this journey -
   We are one.


Written 1 Feb 2022
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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