One vote, one person, one can change it all, making others fall or rise.
One vote can change the direction of life, it can cause the end of life and other issues that affect all.
One person can change the world, like God and Jesus taught us.
One group, one vote, one person, has the ability to make things happen that can lead us to heaven or hell.
One is a force, it can be a way that leads us to feel well, so move together as one, and remember the force of one.
So, value the one, choose life, value each other, learn, grow, forgive, and remember that we are all one in God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
FREEDOM
I STAND ERECT, WITH MY BACK AGAINST THE WIND-
MY FEET ARE PLANTED SOLIDLY UPON RICH SOIL-
MY THOUGHTS ARE MY OWN-
MY MOVEMENTS ARE UNCENSORED-
I AM MY OWN PERSON-
NO CHAINS BOUND ME TO ANOTHER-
NO MASTER RULES MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT
MY CHILDREN WILL NOT BE SOLD-
MY PERSON WILL NOT BE VIOLATED-
I AM FREE-
FREE TO LIVE AS I CHOOSE- THINK AS I PLEASE-
LOVE AS I WANT-PLAY- AS I WILL-
FREE TO VOTE, FREE TO CONVERSE WITH ANOTHER-
FREE- TO BE ME- FREE- FREE – FREE – FREE
You did not steal with hands or gun,
No gold was taken in the sun,
But hearts were robbed of gentler things—
Of trust, of bread, of blossoming springs.
You cast your mark and turned away,
And thought the world would bloom as May,
Yet winter came with hollow eyes,
And children wept beneath the skies.
Your silence signed the cruel decree,
Your comfort bought their misery,
And though your purse was never filled,
Your soul grew lean, your mercy stilled.
The thief need not break locks or bars—
He steals the light from out the stars;
And in that night, both thief and king
Are bound by one unholy ring.
So count your coins, and guard your name—
The ledger knows, and writes in flame;
For every lie that power tells,
Your vote for him made you a thief as well.
He wouldn’t feed — his People —
Though Hunger — made them Pale —
He stored the Grain — in Secret —
And called their Pleas — a Tale —
Ten Million — went to Silence —
Disguised — as Mercy’s Sum —
His Wife — received the Portion —
The Needy — received None —
The Bread — became a Symbol —
Of Justice — left to Spoil —
The Poor — were Ghosts at Supper —
Who labored — for his Toil —
And still — the Wind — remembers —
The Names — the Ledgers — signed —
For Truth — though Starved — is Patient —
It Feeds — the Human Mind —
Too early to call all the winners although a few got thru
All so far are Democrats and the house now more blue
My predictions last election on US leadership came true
Was it enough to stir and change folks point of view?
The polls close soon give or take in every state
They want to gerrymander our votes—it awaits
I hope you come out and vote tonight for what is right
Justice for all, due process and to continue the good fight
Unless you still feel the same with nothing to else gain
but more hate not fostered from God’s love He gave
I’d rather you not bother—stay inside your man-cave
I Am Anaya
Election Day
11/4/2025
politicians talk
we can’t believe what they say
but still vote for them
Albanese you make us un-easy.'
I advise you are 'routed out'
Zero sum game
Zero shame gain
A rich white man
Defining great again
What would Jesus Do?
Certainly not everything
I ask -- far wiser! Honestly,
I doubt that any of us knows.
Would He turn the other cheek?
Perhaps, turn a few tables over?
Call all Father's children, his
sacred sisters and brothers,
or a generation of Vipers and
snakes? Instead of armies,
would He have sent Social
Workers to settle with Hitler?
What I don't want to do...
is someday stand before God
and say, while the world was
burning, and innocence being
consumed, all I did was pray
when a bucket of water sat
beside me....
A politician went to an old man to ask for votes
Asked to hold 1000 pesos.
Father grandpa said, 'Son, I don't want money.
But if you want votes, buy me a carabao.'
The politician wanted votes. He came out to buy a carabao.
Instead he goes somewhere else.
He didn't get a carabao for less than 40000 pesos.
He came back to Father grandpa saying,
'No carabao less than 40000 pesos that's why I'll just give you 1000.'
Father grandpa said, 'Son, don't be embarrassed anymore.'
'In your eyes, my value is less than a carabao,
How can I sell for 1000, when the carabao is not sold for 40000.'
Wake up voter, wake up your worth
Those people who ruin their family's future are worth a few pesos.
do you feel regret?
regret for your vote?
Do you feel remorse?
realizing you're a minority too?
we stole this land, now the original inhibitors are in camps.
this country is built on the blood soaked ground of natives,
and was created on the backs of immigrants,
but suddenly you decide that they are the problem.
the kids are dying
guns are in schools and going to the hospital bankrupts people.
we've got a felon in the office and people dying on the streets.
eggs are $6 a dozen and people can't afford to eat.
Big pharma is getting richer while diabetic people die every week because they can't afford insulin.
are you just now realizing what him as president really means?
our military might be strong but our people are feeling weak
ICE is in schools but pedophiles and rapists walk free,
Billionaires get richer but life gets harder for you and me.
the bar down on 5th, voices clash like dice in a cup,
old men with one eye left open, arms folded, tight,
mutter about what doesn’t matter, what will never matter—
but they walk, stumble, crawl to cast a scratch of ink.
it’s a paper with too much power, too many voices
pressed into the small, heavy hands of the damn,
of the ones who only want to be heard just once,
for their troubles, their lost lives buried under old rents,
but tonight, they grip it, like something fierce,
like holding on to a last drink, or last chance,
and they shake their heads in quiet and whisper,
“what does it change? what does it fix?”
but still, they sign that little death,
spit on the floor, pull open the door,
and walk out like they’ve got something back.
Oh Lord, hear this prayer!
Not for my party winning.
Not for fattening my wallet.
Not for riding my hobby horse.
Not for idolizing my sacred cow.
But for your divine wisdom to prevail.
Oh Lord, hear this prayer!
Open our blinded eyes.
Open our eyes to truth.
Open our eyes to justice.
Open our eyes to goodness.
Open our eyes to humility.
Open our eyes to honor.
Open our eyes to mercy.
Open ALL of our eyes.
Let it not be too late.
(See also my related poems “The 2023rd Psalm” and “How Would Jesus Vote?”
Really disappointed in the powers that be.
The little people they fail to see
The words of hate
They spread through each state
Talking down on each other
The truth they smother
And I am embarrassed by how my leaders act
And that is a fact
Shows that together we don't stand
This hate talk should be banned
Show some respect is all I ask
Is that such a hard task
They speak without love
So I vote for none of the above
I tried to vote early
but the line was so long
I forgot who to vote for ~
and wrote in Mao Zedong
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