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LENITY FOR EACH CASUALTY

When Victory’s loud trump doth sound for Thee,
and we, in triumph, lift our joyful eyes;
with this dawn of change, let us not be
deaf to the anguish of our loved ones’ sighs.
Their losses cut a heavy, grievous toll,
paid in the coin of sorrow. hard to hold.
Mark dear cohorts, so with a gentle hand
soothe their hearts, may in our care they stand.

♦The Pre-Nov 5 Question: Will the American Experiment Shut Itself Down? Or Not?

How broken and flawed – do things need to get,
before enough folks are roused – and care enough to act
to set things right, while still are free from threat? (end)

♦Beyond Centauras

The ant is perched upon a blade of grass,
may ponder on the vast expanse of space beyond its vision.
Knows nothing of the lawn mower spinning blade.

From our perch on earth we see Centaurus,
and claim to grasp the tricky task to see beyond our vision;
then decisively proclaim there’s no Creator?

The ant at least makes no such callow claims.
Such claims of course seem lame to us, for we have self-awareness
until we ponder what’s beyond Centaurus. (end)

♦On To Tomorrow

When day is done and night is won,
and twilight thoughts are drifting,
with fragments of what’s come and gone
for this days reminiscing.

Be thankful for the gifts received,
with peace regrets can flee,
for all that has occurred today,
each one was meant to be. (end)

♦DEI Meets MLK

“I have a dream that my four little children
will one day live in a nation;
where they won’t be judged,
by color of their skin,
but instead on character content.”

So why must the champions of DEI,
judge by color of the skin?
What do they know
that MLK didn’t?
They just ‘Cancel’ those questions and spin. (end)

♦D’Oh! Only Eight?

By twenty thirty! Good news it was!
More EV Charging Stations!
Seven billion dollars marked
for juice across the nation!
Now two years later – only eight installed,
all built with skill and zest.
A hundred thirty thousand years
are needed for the rest. (end)

♦Social Media

In ancient times, tribes with clubs would settle
all disputes where brutes displayed their mettle;
it was so grand to take a stand and die;
get killed?! Some thrill! No one to question why.
The pawns they died, whilst puppeteers survived;
no fools they who knew which strings to yank,
how to . . . . . . . . . . (continue reading)

♦Humility

Born to streets of crime, no fault of his own.
So where did you go? – how soon did you know of good options you could pursue? –
yes born of dumb luck to safe streets and love at home. (end)

♦Energy Laundering

A process used since ancient times
intended to deceive,
well known to cheats and scalawags,
hucksters and to thieves.

First rob a bank – get some cash –
then make it nice and clean.
Laundering is magical –
it cleans! – or so it seems.

Today there is a different trick
from gods of sun and wind.
Skip the . . . . . . . . . . (continue reading)

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