Today, my country  
  shows off,  It's "freedom""
   winning might.
While people seeking
   that freedom
     hide in fright.
Our brave troops,
   will march
   tanks, will break
      the roads,
jets and bombers,
   will fly.
While, world wide
   funds are cut,
     sick, and
       hungry die.
Politicians, will salute,
    grandstand, and cheer!
Tomorrow, V.A. funding,
  for the, sick,
   and wounded,
    not so clear.
Happy "250" to all
present and past
   for your sacrifice.
    to the "American
      Ideal."
One more task,
   we "appeal"
Make it fast, your
     "President"
  has a "spur" in
      his "heel."

Tomorrow is never guaranteed,
  But: planning for it, a "Need."

When looking at photos,
    of persons,or places,
        I loved to see.
I find, with every
    new year,they're,
      talking, more to me.

Candles in all the windows,
   on a blizzard night.
Icy self reflection
   of a face, of fright.
Prayers in frosted breath,
   hope you're alright.

The experiment,
   of life on Earth.
In the perfect Brew,
   found it's Birth.
With the eons, that
   would be known,
      as time.
Superior life forms,
   would fall,
      and climb.
One would come
   forward with
       it's claim.
With its, superior
   *****,  known as
      the brain.
They would break
    into tribes, to
       numerous to
           name.
Inability to share,
   would bring, strife,
      to the game.
It seems, the fall
   of the "humans"
      will "Be"
What can I do
   that's best
       for "Me"
Not, what's best
      for "We"

A fellow poet said,
   I might
        be a bot!
I want to insure
    everyone,
     I'm most
       Assuredly not!
For I'm certain,my
   poetry would
     improve a lot!