A Quaker Note.
Re" Tippecanoe and Presidents
I wonder if I'm losing my mind
I feel that my thoughts are in bind
The legacy and intricacy so delicately woven
But I know underneath were all lies if proven
Falsehood mixed with sense of modesty
Blah, I don't want or need such courtesy
Show me the truth, and only the truth that lies within
With no horrid intention, my patience is wearing thin
And even then they are such a temporary relief
Because I constantly argue to expose the false belief
But masses rises in torrents to give lies a form in reality
Something that should not even be compare to truth in duality
And forevermore the generation continues to wrongly foster
Planted racism and prejudices which are the imposter
And our moral codes and principles are all but forgotten
As fear brew from lies that should have been left out rotten
My placid eyes somehow remains desert dry
Lost all ability to even try to cry
I am a witness, a citizen and a bystander
Feeling powerless and no one to slander
It has simply become so difficult to tell
What is real and what is not real in tale
"A patriot with remark"
Rembrandt Hermensz van Rijn was a Dutch painter (1606-1669).
Did you know that Im racist ?
Did you know that Im sexist ?
Its not that I care for race
I believe we are all equal
Its not that I care for ***
I belive we are all equal
But, Im a white male
and apparently we are all the same
we are all, nothing but demon
I just wrote something as a reaction of the policy of censorship of my contry over every thing they deem "racist" or "sexist". I mean if we can't talk of the problem in society how will we fix em ?
Once did Senator Paul visit Crimea .
A terrible slap fence him round Poughkeepsie
those tips umbrella a man and that egress as
her wiles portray any scoundrel there
though break dance may pray for both their future
that make an acquisition privately monitoring
but colorful proposition of any expectations
in this hazelnut fortune of yesterday in Vassar.