
“Evil thrives on apathy and cannot survive without it.” ― Hannah Arendt
(more…)dance in the street, move to the music
of democracy – our long national nightmare
is over, we’ve been chopped to pieces
by a man filled with grievances –
we’re hoping he fades away
locked in his gilded towers
removed from power
(more…)this orange-faced goblin
beckons me to be violent
I refuse
keep yappin’, Mr. Yapper
spit your lies
cover the eyes
of the faithful who
follow you to an abyss
I refuse
(more…)in halls of power,
they sit in towers
away from us
on ground level –
high in clouds
sunlight is pure
not so for poor &
weary travelers
(more…)The gods often come in disguise. I know this, I know it all too well. But I forget sometimes. The slick salesman didn’t look like a god – far from it. He was a wheeler-and-dealer, a card shark. He told me so.
Jet-black hair slicked back, greasy with gel. White dress shirt, dark red tie that screamed “power!” and “too much testosterone!” What a bore this guy was. He tried to sell me a used car, something that wouldn’t get me very far, one that would creak, moan, die by the side of the road.
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