what does it mean to love a country?
a geographical boundary, a series of histories, a dream, idea?
how does one love chimera?
created by evil men
to excuse and congratulate evil deeds
“They are lesser than us, not deserving
of respect or consideration.
Inflict pain and degradation at will --
they don’t feel it like we do.”
People, so often self-involved,
caught up in our own concerns,
flailing wildly into the air in frustration
or pain, not realizing there are other
people getting hit.
No, I’m not sorry.
Don’t forgive me.
I can’t buy into your game of blame,
wasting our time to make changes we need
A habit of self-annihilation
understood and released
What thots will fill that space?
A fairly open market
with sufficient sensible regulation
to make sure nobody gets screwed
a strong, fine-meshed safety net
such that everybody’s needs are met.
Freely open forums for civil conversation,
community projects, information sharing --
but no disrespect of participants strictly enforced
by time outs.
Luxuriate in the experiences offered by this Life.
I am no Superior Man
breathing rarified air, up there.
Here on hard-rock land
I struggle to understand
what’s fair; what I can bear.
I am not inexperienced with being bullied.
I have long since learned:
It’s not about me, but abut how you
think you need to feel.
It’s not to be anti, but what are you for?
Not anti-Communist, but for Human Rights.