What a crazy life
A life filled with such hatred
And yet just outside
A sunset so beautiful
It almost makes me forget
Tag: political
Protesters remain
Past curfew announced early
They fight and scream and
Running now, from people sworn
To protect and serve from? for? who?!
It is hard for us
To describe how exhausting
It is to listen
To the asshat that lives in
The highest office we have
I see you, my friends
Driven back but not away
Let your prayers rise
With mist that is your namesake
May Snoqualmie never dry
Tomorrow is soon
Each citizen is given
Opportunity
To live out my favorite phrase
The pen is mightier, vote!!!
By our sunset gate,
The Mother of Exiles weeps –
Weeps for her children,
Both for the fearful elder,
And the youngest just off shore.
What amazes her:
Fear is no substitute for,
“The New Colossus,”
And the elder’s prejudice,
Does not ring true in her heart.
No, not in this house.
Here, at this Golden Doorway,
We do bathe in fear,
Nor do we take in those ships
Whose standard bears such hatred.
With these silent lips-
Nay, they cannot be silent!
We are guardians!
Tempest-tost we may have been,
But now we hold high the torch!
appropriation
how can it truly be viewed
inappropriate
in a melting pot country?
oh my! now i understand.