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The World Really Is Round

Fettered Earth Connected

There are on average two mass shootings per day
In this country. We are already violent
And we need education on our history.
Now in Florida children are taught slavery
Was just fine even though people suffered torment.
We were born with injustice and that’s just our way.

The insane circus taking place clearly reflects
The ill health of this nation’s heart. Threats are the way
That people now communicate. The biggest one
Is of civil war where everyone has a gun
Like the wild west. It’s hard to find good things to say
About us. We’re a story not all that complex.

The south never conceded. We’re at war right now
And will be until we change fundamentally.
War will be waged in courtrooms and legislatures
As belief in a workable process endures.
The republicans are the confederacy
As the union becomes democratic somehow.

But the earth is round. The orange buffoon is guilty.
Vaccines work and the Holocaust really occurred.
The south will not rise up again. Misogyny
And racism will not take over this country.
All proud oath keeping bigots are only one third
Of the populace which brings some relief to me.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

A Supreme DUI Judge

Horror

It’s not that I’ve no content. I’ve got that and more.
Politics interrupts, then I push things aside
That are worthwhile discussing rather than a guy
Who could be a fine poster boy for DUI.
He’s quite fond of the froth. He admits that with pride.
Does he share this with colleagues passed out on the floor?

I like beer. I’ll admit it. But I’m not a judge.
So I guess if you’re privileged, it scores a plus.
I throw many a tantrum. I don’t get my way.
I do hope that this madman is not here to stay.
He got in underhandedly. What’s to discuss
When a judge acts the fool and the right do not budge?

Can you look at this punk’s face and find justice there?
The question is not legal. Faces are allowed
To display bouts of lunacy. Justice, therefore,
Is a drunken perverseness. What may be in store
For the beer boasting psycho behind the black shroud
Is a seat on a prison bench. Would that be fair?

…Maybe not. Perhaps DUI justice is more
Apropos to the temperament and core belief
That some people get what they deserve by virtue
Of the fate that has branded them for life to screw.
Until he takes that robe off, to me, he’s a thief.
Justice that isn’t justice is hard to ignore.