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May 2023
We reach a Time...

...completely out of line

with all abrogated
apperations

When  balderdash and trumpisms have besmirched

all wizened mens expectations

while things that slither

from this point hither

will fail all erstwhile expectations
endeavors

when camps emerge from campaigns

tribal manifestations not withstanding that

Sluggabeds and dunderheads

be accepted simply due a similarity of feathers

needed in order to feed a ravenous hunger

for Progressive inspirations

to self indict while knowing our guilt,

due this fractious platform built

that we may swell the ranks

even if ...like a raging river

spilling out
while ravaging all as it flows

uncontrolled
beyond its
banks

just how low might we need to go

to preserve our Dream our country

from those intent on slash and burn

if they cannot achieve their audacious goals

to achieve advantage by non- advantageous controls

at the cost of planet... country ...state or individuals in a common group

by taking hold of one end

of this metaphysical rope

in the tug of war driven by every hope

for equal factions at the very least

we need to succeed oh yes indeed

for this will be no carefree romp

like some gathering of people

for a picnic in the park
the games they play-

horseshoes- hide and seek- not when this rope called hope

stretches out and  over..
....the deepest darkest swamp

it's sad to say

Just how far we may ....

...need to go-

how much we will bend to defend

or how much we may need to stoop
in our attempt to save us all

accepting those we already know
.... to be nothing more... than a freaking nincompoop.
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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