Enough is the word.
Media martyr bleeding--
SNAFU Johnny Law.

The falcon rises high above the plain.
A man skips stones slow along the lakeshore.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?

How rough to walk the corridors of shame.
Seems as though I can't bear it anymore.
The falcon rises high above the plain.

The locust is damp, there can be no flame.
A mother cries for her children at war.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?

A princess ponders in watching the drain--
Am I truly the one whom he adores?
The falcon rises high above the plain.

Lovers quarrel in fields of sugarcane.
She’s flustered. He thinks it is fields of corn.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?

A man sits distraught, waiting for a train.
All the patches of his quilt have been torn;
The falcon rises high above the plain.
Where is love when needed in times of pain?

Hello?
Who is this?
Ambition.
Oh. I wasn't expecting your call.
You weren't expecting much of anything
Were you?
You're such a ****** coward
You won't talk to me face to face.

I--
WHOA!!!
Before you say anything in defense
Of your miserable self
I must set the record straight.

Without me you would
Not get up mornings.
I'm a huge player in giving
You that urge.
The only reason you work as hard
As you do is because
I whisper there's always
Something better ‘round
The curve.

Your bitterness will make you
Come to an early end.
It’s not my fault you’ve made
Poor decisions up and down the line.
Your scathing rage against me
I will not pretend,
Baffles considering I’ve worked hard
To polish and make you shine.

I'm done speaking with you,
No more, from me, shall you receive
Positive coercion.
If you want to be rid of me, free of me,
Very well…
See how far that gets you.

Eliminate
All the hate
The rich, the powerful--
They use it as bait
To disunify us,
The common workin' men
Last time I checked
We're all Americans!

These next four years
What will they bring?
Are you sittin' on your hands
Are you lettin' 'em wring--
Are you letting the fear
Seep into your soul
Remember friend that
God is in control
His throne
His tone
Recompense I see
Maybe not now,
But eventually!

We work in the fight
We fight 'til we win
Guthtrie's sayin' this
All those years back when
We were weatherin' a storm
Called the Great Depression
Now it's 2017 and there's
Another'n 'round the bend.

It's Hurricane Donald
And he's made landfall
Category 5 with a
Promise, a call
To take America back
Make it great once again
All for the sake of
The common labor men.

Don't know bout you
But my back's still sore
I'm always wonderin'
What the rhetoric is for--
For the more things change
The more they stay the same
So we switched up the boss
Is it not the same game?

Uncle Sam's not quick to
Relinquish his grip
His wallet's gotten fat
And he's become used to it.
But I digress, I must conclude
I must look forward
To shift my attiude
And recognize the growing
Pains of this nation young
Work the fight with calloused hand
Rather than cringe with hand wrung.

Ambition...have we met?
It seems we have at some forgotten time.
Once a bulwark of my mind,
How clumsy of me to forget.

Once you were the engine behind my dreams,
The impetus of my intent.
Since last we spoke, my life has careened,
What was once a straight line is now bent.

I have worked these many years at a breakneck pace,
Trying to achieve conclusive and elusive goals.
While you show nothing of mercy or grace,
You maintain silence of your hidden tolls.

My life? Not where I thought it would be.
Encumbered I’ve been with your shackles
Of greed,
Your lust,
Your power,
Your malcontent.

Cookies and milk,
The allure drew me in.
As I opened the door on
That warm, Spring day,
The fresh scent of home baked
Raisin oatmeal cookies filled
The air.

Aunt Charlotte
Welcomed me in
With open arms
And a wonderful smile
That nothing can compare.

Just an ordinary recipe
With no special ingredients,
Made with love and great
Care--
Aunt Charlotte and me--
Oh! What a pair.