The Fateful Goodbye of the Black Crows

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A life has been taken

And it shouldn’t have been

We are waiting for grace

To wash away this grave sin

The sun is still rising

To present a new day

Yet the emptiness lingers

The memories will not fade

Oh! why hadn’t Providence

Let us escape from this place

Had he not seen our troubles

Throughout time and thru space

Our fortunes degraded

As our spirits debased

As I looked out the window

And wondered?

What could have been?

Tears filled my eyes

At the thoughts of our sin

What will it portend?

For our dear departed friend

Just then it so happened

A murder of crows filled the air

They flew all together

Making acrobatic moves tinged with bombastic flair

At once they moved in unison

And perched stealthily on a tree

There followed deathly silence

Then a stirring of the breeze

After a bit

One started to caw

Then another one started

Then more

And then more!

My puzzlement grew

At this concerted show the crows were putting on

Then suddenly they flew away

In an instant

They were gone!

At the bottom of the tree

A faint figure caught my eye

A dead crow!

Don’t you know!

I let out a startled cry!

His inky black quilled feathers stilled

Lightly blowing in the wind

I realized just then

It had been a ceremony

For their silky black flying brethren

With a solemn prayer to the heavens

And a nod to the cloudless sky

I thanked the crows

For who knows?

Without their help

I suppose

I couldn’t have ever endeavored

To wish my beloved

A fateful goodbye

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The Plutocratic Scheme and The American Dream

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Once upon a time there was a country that was flourishing with a huge middle class, it’s economy was booming and it had achieved a shared prosperity for its citizens that had never been accomplished before anywhere throughout history.

In fact , it was the envy of the whole world.

Everyday union members, factory workers, workers of all stripes and their apprentices worked together with their company managers for a shared prosperity.

Their motto was “All for One (Corporation) and One For All (Workers).

One day in 1980, a former actor named Ronald Reagan, running to be President of the land, railed against the prosperous system. The actor, beloved by many for his acclaimed portrayal of The Gipper, called for “individuality.” Where everyone would fend for themselves. Unbeknownst to the people, he secretly carried this alluring message from the plutocrats, a greedy cabal previously known as the “robber barons”, who though defeated, gradually after the devastation of The Great Depression, were looking to foster an atmosphere from which they could ascend to their privileged thrones, and install an agenda that would bring corporatism and inequality back to the lands.

The GEOs (Greed Enforcement Officers) wanted Reagan to create an “illusion of prosperity”, a new American Dream, not unlike a mirage that deludes a thirsty traveler in the hot desert sands.

They bankrolled Ronald Reagan’s Presidential bid and unleashed all the monetary forces  and financial hooliganism they had at their disposal.

Because of that, Ronald Reagan was elected President. His enticing message so enthralled the people that they no longer cared to provide safety nets to the most vulnerable amongst them. Unions and working class peoples concerns were marginalized as the GEOs looked for more and more ways to bolster their profit numbers.

Because of that, the country suffered greatly. The disparity between the Haves and Have Nots grew exponentially each year until it reached a level never seen before in the country’s history.

There were millions more living in hopeless poverty. The working class saw their wages decimated as costs for everyday items and rent went up. Unions and workers collective bargaining agreements were discarded whenever possible, and they were labeled as thugs, counter culture to the new spirit of Individuality. Many of the former middle class were now poor and relying on food banks or “the pantry” to survive.

Policies were put in place to continue the assault against the working class. One of the GEOs was heard to say, “Excise them, like you would excise a tick, lest it take more blood.”

To top it off, when the GEOs reckless gambling cratered the economy, they orchestrated a bailout from the government, positing that “they were too big to fail.” The people paid for the trillions of dollars lost, in the reckless GEO run, by its banks and corporations, in the “growth” profits casino.

This after “suspending” their Free Market Frankenstein theory which previously had always been touted as the panacea for any economy.  The”benevolent” hand of the Free Market would make us the creme de la creme with the cream flowing down eventually to the “lower” classes. No one guessed in advance that the “creme” parts should have been replaced with “crime” to reflect a more accurate picture.

Wars had become common place now.

Wars, no longer necessary only for defending the home-front and national security concerns but touted as “democracy building” in foreign nations and “opening up their markets” which was a nice way of saying the big multi-national companies were coming in and taking over.

The overwhelming military forces destruction were primarily visited upon civilians of the countries of these occupations and is reflected in the civilian reports of injuries and deaths.

War was no longer a scourge but a business with enormous profits for the victors.

All mainstream media was complicit in the salesmanship of the moral need for these occupations mainly through the use of fear propaganda.

These economic, social, and political forces also combined to reek terror on the natural world.

Global warming and climate change warnings by responsible and respected scientists due to enormous corporate pollution and the corporate abject disregard for the well being of Mother Earth were ignored.

Their voices muzzled by bought off politicians and mainstream media as the corporate interests were not interested in making the positive changes needed to reverse the scary environmental changes happening because they would not consider losing any of their profit margins.

This Free Market Frankenstein theory had always been justified as the way to the “promised land.”

The reason why workers wages needed to be cut, unions abolished and their workers typecast as thugs, benefits stripped and millions of jobs exported to foreign lands, wars to be waged, and innocent civilians killed and maimed.

Mother Earth being stripped, her environmental patterns disrupted and careening to a tipping point were said to be necessary in promoting the new dream of a “Growth Heaven.”

Until finally, after thirty plus years of promises that the wealth would “trickle down” yet only misery and apathy prevailed for the working people; they realized enough is enough.

They joined together, sharing information, pictures, stories and poems that told of the true nature of the GEOs greedy plan.

Using a new medium, social media, which ironically, the GEOs had imagined would enhance their chances on influencing ever more persons of their message of “Exalted Consumerism”, “Financial Growth Numbers over Humanity”, “Infinite Growth”, “Nation Building”, “Profits Over People” and “Environmental Wackos”, the people fought back.

The people banded together in solidarity utilizing their new Facebook Page called The Appeal.

As the word got out on the GEOs nefarious plans of economic domination the people started gaining strength in numbers.

More and more people were outraged at what was going on and were making the appeal to their friends, coworkers, family members and associates through social media.

Coming together and pushing for much higher tax rates on the GEOs and their Corporations, voting out all the corrupt politicians who were bought off by the GEOs, and installing their own candidates, who pushed laws that overturned the heinous ones that the GEOs had propped up, such as their being able to control political campaigns with their money, their anti-union and worker laws, their stripping of “entitlement” programs, imperialist wars for corporate gains, and their evisceration of the natural environment for profits sake which had caused the world to be on the brink of environmental disaster due to ever increasing warming climate change.

These changes and more returned the unions and working class people of all stripes to their rightful role as partners with Business in the Blessed Economy and Consumers were replaced by concerned Citizens wresting back their democracy from the forces of greed and exploitation.

An economy whose principles were based once again on a shared prosperity.

Which put the interests of the people over the interests of profits.

That said that when the Company or Corporation prospered, all who worked there did also, including the workers.

They endeavored to always take care of those who were less fortunate. The poor, disabled, veterans, economically disadvantaged, and all those in need of a helping hand in the spirit of humanity.

The peoples revolt had succeeded and they settled down and went back to work comforted in the knowledge that they had restored the American Dream, not only for themselves, but for all of the generations to come.

The world was saved from economic greed, financial hooliganism, imperialism, never-ending wars, and environmental disaster.

And they were happy.

THE END

Preordained

The World is not a Circle!
We aver it forever plained

Lincoln freed the slaves
Or so it is explained

Unemployment during a vicious economic time

Of no Social Safety net

Capitalism never to suspect

Who art to blame?

For its insidious racist mooring

Money flourishing

Income Inequality soaring

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The most elaborate of thoughts
Are constitutionally ingrained

To exhilarate the Hunter
And disintegrate the lion’s pain

Without the slaves clamor
To abandon his enclave

His lackluster supporters
Feeble yet John Brown brave

Emboldened his claim

To change the course of history!

And ridden the chains!

Tis would not be possible

If not the thought was attained

Set forth to preordained

The Eagle and the Trees

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The Eagle and The Trees

The Sky
The Earth
The Moon and Sun

Work together as one

 

The Wind
The Land
The Light

 

Surround The Eagle in flight
The rustling of the Tree’s leaves

 

The bustling of the streets
The hustling of the fauna and flowers

 

For the consolidating rays
Glistening aimlessly in the breeze

 

The genocide of the bees
The Predator always seize

 

The swirling violence portending
The warming of the seas

 

Never fail to appear in The Eagle and The Trees

Panoramic gaze

 

What manner of survival is needed in this new phase?

 

The Father
The Mother
The Child

 

Await the seasonal patterns in the thunder

The lightning

The wild

 

The freedom of their ways

The future o’er their brethren’s fate

 

The Eagle speaks to The Trees

 

Is it too late?

 

Ever dependent on the Quantum and Physic waves

In competition with the Human Race

 

Will they find celestial peace?

The Eagle and The Trees

Trump Cult Mime

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More wasted Trump Apprentice President Time

He should just hire a Border Wall

Advocating Mime

To do a narcissistic song-and-dance

Lacking any government policy motives

With a ham-fisted anti-government

And anti-media whine

A Trumpist rally yet again signifying nothing!

Except praises to The Self-Proclaimed Genius

Crowing the opponent with childish insults

And his glowing prevaricating businessman prowess fancy pants

While The Donald opines!

Wearing a red “Make America Great Again” cap

That unitedly states

Across the heretofore naked knape

“Collusion is not a Crime!”

More subterfusion is in-line

To mask the wealth

Of capitalist and corporatist

Cronyism crimes

The Alms of Republican Jesus

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Slashing the social safety net for the working class and poor!

This I adore!

Creating the Competitive Society

Is my way of sharing piety!

No more alms to the poor!

To ensure winning!

You must score!

The economy is about survival

Of the richest!

Are the working class, poor, elderly, veterans, and economically-dis-advantaged children?

Not ruled by Caesar in the Bible?

As if military contractors are flush with consumer cash!

Throw more working class and poor citizens into the American Economic

Domesticated trash

Let the corporations and rich gain

All that their money can afford

To amass!

You concern yourself solely

With hard work

Positive thinking

Taking the blame for your inequities

At my Sunday Mass!

Material blessings for the Upper Class!

– Republican Jesus

THE FREE MARKET FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER IS AT MY DOOR AND HE IS ASKING FOR MORE WAR

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The Free Market Frankenstein Monster is at our doorstep
His familiar jingo of war playing in the background with all of its pomp and circumstance
He is asking for more war

Using only the language of aggression he speaks of his credibility

His need for retaliation and of his desires to bring a moral death

On distant shores for the good of humanity

He has cloaked himself in a veneer of self-righteousness

He goes through, once again, all of the tradition

His forced smile contradicts his bloody aims

He speaks of credibility when it is not necessary
He speaks of intelligence that is not trustworthy
He speaks of only his war maneuvers and never a way to peace
He speaks of solutions that have no answers
He speaks of crimes with no need for investigations
He speaks of a democracy without innocence until proven guilty
He speaks of war strategies for humanity that never take into account death for so many innocent civilians
He speaks of the purity and justice of war without mention of the the racket and the war profiteers
He speaks of the need to provide peace in the region but always he is back at our door clamoring for more war

He speaks of these wars, as if somehow, they can provide a final solution to what will assuredly be attacks on our home, violence and fear

Yet increasingly I feel less secure

Again and again, he has appeared at my door
With more needs for credibility
With more claims of new intelligence

With more and newer war maneuvers

Death machines and killing toys

More final solutions
Ever more supposed gifts for humanity
What has been the result that I have seen with mine own eyes

More and more Death

Destruction

Mayhem to innocents caught up in wars fiery flames

The characters in the bloody cast and the villains ever changing

But the blasted song remains the same

As his war song echoed in the background

A song that is filled with such Cruelty

Gore

Inhumanity and suffering

That it can hardly be listened to just endured

As the song played once again, on and on

Wracking my tortured brain

This song that I had approved before
I looked directly into the eyes of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster
With a teardrop quivering from my eyeball
I softly said, “No more do I want your war.”
And I closed the door

Childrens’ Book Babe Ruth – Dr. Seuss

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Dr. Seuss was a bit of a recluse
Who liked his gin with vermouth
Seems to me a bit refined
Rather than uncouth
Thing 1 and Thing 2
Were identical twins
Based from his youth
Lots of people do not know
As he got old
He had a scraggly tooth
When it comes to his children’s books though
He is on a par with Babe Ruth