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perplexed, annoyed
climbing through the abyss
staring into the void
wondering
has this always been mankind's
persistent role
spinning reels of lifelines
of hardship and toil
as the revolving door of life
spins off its axis once-again
its only win survival
for the next round of chance
each move a test of skill and courage
and so, by will ...we dance
armies sharpen swords,
practice marching in formation
trumpets blasting in defiance
providing a distraction
ready for the final battle
merely a reaction
an itch to scratch
more graves to fill
in a war with some or other
godless invader
while generals fine dine
do not tip either cook or waiter
use force against their neighbor
for no apparent cause
provoking a response
then pounce
Carlos Santana in the background
playing hard and fast
which album?
sounds like Abraxas
In the greater scheme of things
why am i here?
for what purposes will i serve
its not exactly clear
will i demonstrate clarity
in my reflections
will i make more friends
have fewer enemies
find more people tuned in
philosophically
or face fierce criticism
from those who oppose
my "liberal views"
accustomed to faux news
acting like life's a line dance
with no way to step outside the lines
without losing their minds
remaining aligned in every way
their preference, having no say
outside the "party line"
as fake news provides no solace
reinforcement turns to violence
bent by the whims of their lead actors
mocking their detractors
what once was common sense
no longer being a factor
in the prime equation
of what once was considered a great nation
now sucked dry by corruption
drained of innovation
by oppressive rules and propaganda
to suppress free-thinkers
removing all "DEI" influence
unless relabeled as patriot led
made in the USA
no longer pays
sweat shops provide slave-labor
minimum wage below poverty
self-reliance not welcome here
authoritarian rule by instilling fear
separate facilities as status rules
made perfectly clear
and if you aren't rich
you don't get to fish, here
And i... break bread with Jesus
turn over tables
in the temples of the profane
piles of wealth openly displayed
as the poor can
only watch in horror
as their last alms are collected
added without fail
all who protest are to
be severely beat or shot dead
where are the seven fishes
seven loaves of bread
wickedness all around
charity, a dirty word
i am so tired of this...
pathway to nothingness
will i rise to the occasion
or fail catastrophically
the engines of grief
rise from somewhere within
can i somehow, win?
am i looking for charity
will i make new connections
will i tie my loose ends
our sons and daughters
join the line, just as we did
what next...
perplexed!
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