Helicopters, trash and campaign
spending disrupt infrastructure and
safety, a policy not right or left tending,
Just normal politicking in the post-
Samuel era of boy kings and corrupt
cravings.
Losers. Ye without sin may cast a stone
at your neighbor, call him or her perverts,
freaks, anything to make your pain seem
sweet, we can stop and breathe or just
keep swinging.
Heaven is a peace of mind, knowing you
did your best, John Wooden surely a
“globalist” because under God, he felt
we were all equal.
Jefferson committed the same sin, under
the haze of a time that allowed him not
one but regarding slaves closer to ten.
All statues should come down, recalling the
golden calves raised up while Jews ran from
Egypt, aspired to their promised land.
Moses up the hill, the masses erecting evil
and dancing not for God as David later did.
They shook their butts and drank the wine
of other gods, and were punished as we are
every day we believe a human leader will
“stand for us,” “represent us” or “say the right
thing.”
It starts with you. Me. Pray first, stay silent
if not inspired, but when the right words come
please say them.
“I know I always do,” Mary Poppins posed
and sang, knowing when to bow out, enough
being every bit as good as a feast.
Zorro, Soros, Zeros—whatever the infernal thing,
right wing conspiracy theories growing on the
internet wings.
Plowing through the hate already there,
Divisions create divisions, and the Devil
smiles—God allowing this self-same insanity
for so many years.
“You cannot change the world,” Lao Tzu posed,
And no we probably can’t. Then we can when we
admit we can’t, a spirit takes over, our humility
grows legs and Wyatt Earp is born again.
“Stop doing that, sir, there are women and children
present.”
Take an action, never kill, Love your enemy, and it
sure would be neat if the United States of
America would stop stealing native land.
Perhaps we could pay our debts someday, moral
as well as financial, give lands back according to
the old treaties, create a better karma, warm up
that speech to tell today’s Samuel, when that
prophet marches up to speak to God, apologize
and repent.
Pay that twenty trillion dollars off, one month at a time
like we all privately do, then after native amends
look square at the descendant of Africa:
“Fill out this form, establish lineage to the sin
of slavery and receive this twenty thousand
dollar grant to travel home to Africa, visit, enjoy,
and… We are sorry to have brought your ancestors
here in chains against their will. We are sorry
for the beatings, the murder, the emotional
as well as physical abuse.”
On our way (we must have gotten sober by now!)
we certainly admit the CIA murdered JFK.
Covert CIA gets shut down, the democracy
makes more sense, God is back in charge, and
karma is back with us.
Don’t forget to apologize to the United
Nations and to the world for all the post
World War II meddling and violence.
Read the U.N. Charter. “I know
I always do,” says Sacha Llorenti of Bolivia,
the most enlightened country in the world
if you judge by UN security council statements,
always ready to flash the Charter.
Law. International, Federal, State, Local.
Teach it in schools, kids can handle code starting
at five years of age.
Better than bourbon and water, better than
school’s current cage.
(You know, the one that drove John Stuart
Mill mad, before he recovered to succeed)
Success a peace of mind… Wooden supplied.
Heaven. Be perfect as God in heaven is perfect.
Thou shalt not kill. Ever. Martial arts self-defense
is even better. Use your eyes, sense. I love you.
Wars are never won. Killing is for losers, Trump.
—Love, William
