Work in Progress

The mighty Boehner stood his holy ground,
By manly tears the means to wealth he found.
He meant to aid the holders of that mint,
Which was the reason he to the house went.
Eric Cantor joined the quest for billionairers,
The rabble love themselves and put on aires.
The Koch brothers led the march for wealth,
On to glory they led by means of stealth.
They made certain the deserving kept their loot,
For those who yearned they saw no way to root.
They claimed that super rich are job savers,
Therefore on taxes they must have wavers.
Ideology speaks on these heated terms,
No jobs have been created by our firms.
Jobs are located in Chinese sweat shops,
Where suicide is common by poor sops.
The right-wing theory does not fit the facts,
What they believe is how they make their pacts.
CEOS make huge amounts of cash,
Boehner says that those challenge that are rash.
He offers no explanation for lack of jobs,
The faith in theory counts more than our sobs.
Grover Norquist wanted to kill the government,
To drown it in bathtub was his lament.
He captured any person of his sect,
No taxes was the means to gain respect.
The wealthy do perfectly well by themselves,
Norquist thinks we must help the rich ourselves.
Romney says businesses are people too,
They must have money for good things to do. ?

!. John Boehner, Speaker of the House, 2. Eric Cantor 3. Koch Brothers 4. Grover Norquist 5. Mitt Romney

The Other America

When I was in my youth, a pack of lies
Replaced the myths that were the country's ties.
The country reached understanding on war,
That blazed between the states, to where we are.
We reached a shared understanding to grow
Together as the one nation we know.
The coming of struggle for civil rights,
Brought forth the hate from the historic fights.
South changed from honored and respected foes
To villian in the tale of country's woes.
No other group can be focus of hate,
The wrongs done to the South are gone of late.
The soldiers from the North pillaged and burned
To be certain that fear was lesson learned.
This has been lost from mind of winning side,
Since they see not our reason for divide.
The truth says wrong is wrong as it occures,
The cause of liberty is always hers.
The lady liberty holds torch aloft
Her force of nature will never be soft.
Lincoln said God is not on just one side,
Truth is soveriegn and never has it lied.
We are the same as all the rest of you,
Such common spirit is our basic glue.
We give respect for understanding the same,
We seek humanity in common name.


1. American Civil War 2. Civil Rights 3. General Sherman 4. Abraham Lincoln and 2nd Inaugraton speech.














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Guns and America

In Arizona, the past is not yet past,
Its attitude is still with us at last.
The certitude is here that all is well,
With a gun loving cult is easy to tell.
A shooting in Arizona took place,
Six fell down dead in unheroic race.
Strong voices have announced themselves in rage,
To say how their viewpoints could prove a sage.
The NRA said tragedy proves view,
That all good ones should arm as thing to do.
Those who love sense do not have need to prove,
A fetish for all things with a cruel groove.
Some people think that they can regulate
Away the woe that came on awesome date.
The zealous ones believe all they who slow,
What they believe to be a right is foe.
They noticed not that none replied with gun,
They claim a right to do what was not done.
The weapon of the mad man flew off shelves,
So people could do self-defense themselves.
The public rarely has a threat to face,
They site the possible to build their case.
The fervant seek the unrestricted right,
To own all manner of guns for a fight.
No matter the damage that they may do
The Mexican gunmen love their rights too.
Our guns fuel bloody fight for narco trade
To supply this warfare buyers are paid.
From Arizona, the guns cross in flood,
The fervent believes restrictions a dud.
They present no answer to the gore's flow,
The fervent do not care where the guns go.
They are so insistent on claiming right,
The guns don't have the big picture in sight.
They have no knowledge of our history,
They think Davey Crockett is real story.
Myth creates more belief than any truth,
Egos have certian needs they seek to sooth.
Our myths see every man as Daniel Boone,
Belief in past regards a gun as boon.
Boone and Ethan Allen were special men
Other men were great hunters now and then.
The pioneers ate their domestic stock,
Small game was food as steady as a rock.
The Civil War was great and awful thing,
The gun emerged as a terrible king.
The myth says West was settled man on man,
In the epic gunfights, from which few ran.
Prohibition came on with violence,
Guns existed to bring an end to sense.
Oswald purchased a rifle through the mail,
Guns were angered through efforts to curtail.
The ultra-right controlled the highest Court,
For violence, they made the second a fort.
Ms. Angle said apply the remedy,
Second in the consitution's lit'ny.
Jared Loughner applied the solution,
That they said was the way to stop destruction.

The Brief Hour of Youth-Intellectual

Those were days of majic,
When all the world was young.
I could debate with ease,
Convinced that I was right.

Those were days of vigor,
All the world was at loss.
I had all the wisdom,
Or so I once thought.

Youth grows old and palsied,
Youth's brightness turns to dust.
It ceases to be bold,
It ceases to be carefree.

Once I feared my old age,
My loss of timeless youth,
But I had my hour,
I loved it for what it was.

All that is good in man
Will come to its own end.
It loses its time and place
And makes way for the new.

The Brief Hour of Youth-Athletic

Those were days of majic,
When all the world was young.
I could run with the wind,
With not a breathless step.

Those were days of delight,
I had not lost my youth.
All my vigor was mine,
I had not slowed my step.

Youth grows old and palsied,
Youth's brightness turns to dust.
It ceases to be bold,
It stops being carefree.

Once I feared my old age,
My slowing endurance,
But I had my hour,
I loved it for its sake.

All that is good in man
Will come to its own end.
It loses its time and place
And makes way for the new.

Carlotta

How can you hold the dream from her eyes,
Once she has felt the feel of power?
She was snatched by the searing flame at sunrise
From the fabulous forms of pharohs.

Never tell of the nothingness
Of her long search for a vacant throne.
She must never know she is sanity
In a mad, Malivachian world.

She sits in still, sad madness
In her long, flowing royal robes,
Commanding armies that will never march,
Commanding audiences with servants of state.

She stood sadly in her tears,
As they led Maximillian to the wall
To a reality she would never know,
The empress has stayed forever in the past.

The Young Soldier

Off to the war went the soldier,
Off with banners flying,
Off with bands playing,
Off to fight for justice,
Off to see what it meant.

There was much that was valiant,
There was much that was cruel,
There were those who killed for no reason,
There were those who died unknown,
There were who died for nothing.

He was brave, young and naive,
He was diillusioned, inspired and reshaped,
He slept in the mud and the driving rain,
He was invincible
Until the day he died.

Home they brought the soldier,
Home to the speeches,
Home to the textbooks,
Home to the country churchyard
Covered with weeds.