Here it is Sunday morning.  I have no clue what I will write as of yet… I have poetry in my heart, but in my mind I have the worry of democracy fading and the rise of autocracy, and the crazy ambivalence of those who will feel the greatest loss.  There is the romantic me, with feelings at my fingertips and then there is the raging realist with fire at my fingertips, and there is no resolution of heart and mind, there is no reconciliation possible other than to say it to you as clearly as I can, that the rage must be satisfied to make room for the poet.  That the press of real life on so many people cannot be consoled with the wonders of nature, the grandiose of existence in a universe of great possibility when there is the coming oppression of thought, of all things we hold dear, including our Dignity.

We must not be satiated with the joys of life alone for those who will come after us must find that we left the world better than we found it, and not in the hands of those who would plunder the wealth of their futures.

Precious Dignity 

Where have you gone?
Why do we have none?

Were you stolen along with the aid
from all the people who prayed
for help from those with plenty
of everything, except now our dignity?

How can we find you within us?
Are you now with Lady Justice?
For it seems she’s flown away with you, 
both of you denying there was a coup.

We are not who we claimed to be
without Justice and Dignity.
For the sake of power, we lost our affinity 
for both Lady Justice and Precious Dignity. 

Hate is nasty and Cruelty her sister
as they work together to blister 
our senses, as our world is undermined
and Justice and Dignity is redefined…

As Imperial Hate and Blatant Cruelty
become the new tools of power!