Shoes of all colours and sizes Shuffle by my N-A Middle Class House. We are temperate, they walk in all seasons, Down here, between the Great Lakes. These S-Westerners look haggard; Even the young... All waiting... waiting for the veil to lift. Smiles are cracking, making new lines Like road maps to happiness. And yet, it's worse In Talibexas, Loseiana and Floridistan, Where there are fewer paths.
25% of new Covid cases are with children. A couple of ******* States in America. I feel for those in the ******* states that want to do the right thing, but the ******* ******* that live there won't allow it till they have a few thousand more deaths of children.
In the beginning it's all a dream A dream where all of us are numbers Number one Number two Number three
But then all of a sudden the arithmetic Comes in, numbers that were "equal" now become "more equal" Greater than comes in lesser than comes in ,the equality that was unity yesterday becomes a boundary between the numbers.
Moreso the unknowns on the other side of the equal sign. Some are on left, some are on right. far from over on the other side of the equal signs there is (x) and (y) all unknown to the other side of the equal signs Oh no some numbers become determinant(s)of (x)(y) The slash sign of Power separates the numerator and denominator
Mockery at it's peak ;the equal signs are replaced by greater than or less than. As if that is not enough In the second method improper fractions emerge as former numbers become decimals Graphs of anarchy, imperialism, dictatorship and religious annihilation scatter across the x~axis of humanity and y~axis of ideology
Third method Proud Rounding up/off begins Continental Arch's mark the trajectory of division along lines Shapes of character finally emerge Assume the value of (x) is that "all this is a dream" Syntax error; this is no dream
This is reality and remains relevant today Pure maths is yours dear mathematician!
This cry of anguish is rooted to the cat rat relation with my mathematics teachers ;even when mathematics wasn't my cup of tea it still delivers the painful truth we all know and continues to remain relevant in a modern society that boasts of equality and democracy
at times we tend to think our democracy is safely founded and secure only eventually we recognize the need to constantly defend its fundamental rights work steadily against their stealthy abolition watch carefully the words of politicians lest they betray what they pretend to say think twice for whom we cast our votes avoid contenders who too often bray that these were not their quotes listen to those who have good arguments do not unleash too easy sentiments and in the end cast our votes when called
in short democracy turns out to be hard work
in case we shirk this we soon pay the price
unfree societies have known dictatorship corruption vice have often needed centuries to remedy injuries done to find their four freedoms
and to recognize democracy remains a living promise a brilliant idea with many faces always a work in progress