Consuming darkness
swallows swaying sunflowers.
Thunder rumbles from the east.
~
A young man, bandaged,
waits beneath contorted skies;
his wounds, not self-inflicted!
Consuming darkness
swallows swaying sunflowers.
Thunder rumbles from the east.
~
A young man, bandaged,
waits beneath contorted skies;
his wounds, not self-inflicted!
Could that be his plan;
Creating “Outrage Fatigue”
Before REAL horrors begin?
How will Trump create
A healthy business climate
Wrecking the environment?
~
Read it in his tweet
Like we saw it on TV,
He’s his own reality.
The greatest of men,
Though they may be child-like,
Just don’t behave like children
That winsome smile
Will afford scant protection
When the revolution comes.
It is difficult to rejoice
When black-hearted legislators
May fail to pass a rotten bill
That would injure millions,
When the reason for their failure
Isn’t budding new compassion
But rather that is costs too much
And still serves some “undeserving”.
Is truth truly dead
Or merely lost in the fog?
Only Time will tell.
Perhaps he’s confused
Mistaking obstinacy
For that rare thing; strength.
Amid the chatter
Of THIS administration
Silence is dissent
Egomaniacs
Try to guarentee success
By pretending that
Failure is impossible
Lest it’s someone else’s fault.