The president of the United States is Donald Trump and under his presidency the country is in a slump. Could it be because of the way it has been managed with all of the scandal and divisiveness seen to jump?
The style of politics that a leader in office exhibits determines the country's fate that enables or prohibits its people to aspire to their true potential and glory which is why the current situation is one that inhibits.
It's much better to face the truth than hide behind a mask of one who doesn't take responsibility for their own task that's performed in such a way, blaming everyone else for everything that goes wrong, in deception does bask.
Abuse of power often comes with the way one is elected if the people themselves have of their leader so detected; and asked to stand before them to face their suspicions, when there's any evidence of wrongdoing to be inspected.
One is reminded of the saying that goes something like this given by Abraham Lincoln perhaps to describe the time of his own presidency that encountered strong opposition in the past of the country's history that was so far from being one of bliss:
“You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.” ― Abraham Lincoln
It must be really hard for anyone to live under constant media scrutiny with the social unrest sparked by a needless death bordering on mutiny together with all the media reports about issues, the country's in a mess; the forthcoming elections will tell which way it'll go to regain stability. _____
Written in June 2020. Couldn't help myself in posting this poem about the political situation over in the USA. Maybe it will shed some light on what's really going on there. I don't often write much about politics.
i. as i lay out on the concrete street i wonder if the bright lights and loud honking will drown out my thoughts; if this is how it ends.
ii. rolling to my side i feel the soft sheets of my bed- pills in hand as i ponder taking one too many, the phone’s nearby anyway.
iii. moving my head off the edge i imagined the never ending sky- pitch black and coated with dancing stars; standing on the edge i’ve never felt so light before.
iv. as i lay with my arms resting on my chest i think of my coffin; wrapped in an itchy dress and skin littered with scars they couldn’t cover.
v. i wake up on the floor, sheets askew and a ringing in my ears as i take in a breath, the day anew.
14. juillet 2020 7:24 am i’ve been somewhat depressed and going through some things so i decided to vent and clear my thoughts out. the title is trigger warning because this is triggering subject material and all. but i’m doing better and in a better place now.
My light has gone out My light of inspiration, motivation, consideration The light has blown out my confidence. I can no longer work freely I am stuck in a slump. A weightless block And the light feels empty
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Every night keeps within it's protective cupped palms At least this much; few bright moments of calm. But she was a night so perfectly wedded to the dense dark, Even in love, doing diabolic best, as if nothing else'd work Never occured no other,in her thoughts or deeds ever. But he seemed to be not aware of his eye sight's fatal error, Always read all her printer's devil just as if all of it's right, Her many decisive acts finely co ordinated, finished him quite, Love the first casuality, gave an impetus, then followed the rest. He who fell head over the heals for her, slumped face down in the pit
comfort; a sin and a saint, false hopes and warmth between the sheets of cotton. weaving my hands into the threads, my hair binding feathers and freckles to this tiny piece of satisfaction amongst the twisted doubts of December.
episodes of expectations; hollow danger diseases threaten my humor, humanity, humility; i am frightened that my future will implode, that the earth is dying, that my words are not good enough, that i am not good enough.
so this comfort i am clinging to, sinking my nails into, resting my head upon, is keeping me from moving forward, but saving me from giving up; my stagnant sanctuary of twenty-two.