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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