what does it mean to love a
country?
a geographical boundary, a
series of histories, a dream, idea?
how does one love
chimera?
Evil myths
created by evil
men
to excuse and congratulate evil
deeds
because:
“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
to survive.
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
AND
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.
6/29-7/5/19
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