war March

 

 

People living ordinary lives

caught up in some megalomaniac’s

fantasy.

Their death, tragic reality.

 

So sad; so tragic

this crushing destruction

we impose out of willful ignorance,

arrogance, insistence on

our fantasies.

 

 

 

I have no place.

I have no people,

no ancestral tribe.

I have no idea what such

connection  might mean.

With no place of obligation,

no tested loyalty to rest in,

this human place presents

strangely unaccepting.

 

 

 

 

the truly insane anti-Left are so concerned with

showing how much they HATE people they clearly

know nothing about that they create policies, laws,

common practices, that harm us all

 

 

 

 

it's almost like Putin wanted to bring the world together

-- kind of an Adrian Veidt

 

 

 

 

My identity:  artist

(not implying quality)

the banner under which I march.

 

 

 

3/1-9/22