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There are people, in this land,
Who are trying to undermine,
The pillars of Democracy.
These people make lots of noise
And will say "Boys will be boys".
The women of this modern day
Are not goin to go away,
So listen up you old men,
There is still time to make your amend.

In the course, of these past days,
My two good friends have gone away.
One was quick and so very sudden.
One fought cancer to the very end.
Then I heard the news, just today,
That another friend had passed away,
In two thousand, one and three (2013).
All four of us worked at the same location.
So this has become, to me an aberration
Of how very fickle, this life can be,
As my three friends are now just a memory.

You that plumb, the depths of decency,
Are behaving badly, far too frequently.

I sit, I wait, I pontificate,
About those things, that will never be.
For all the ills and pain, in this world,
That has it's, manifest of hate
Of religion and race, different than ours,
With the wants of others, not our concern
And only our selfish interest, is there,
Not the love for others. Caring not,
What your personal beliefs are.
That's up to you, to pass the test
Of how you've led your life, best.
While we must, all develop our own
Understanding of our lives, special meaning
And care for one another and achieving,
The respect for the life of each other,
Brothers and sisters of a different mother.

What color is sadness?
Is it grey or brown?
Does sadness lead to depression
Or is it the other way around?
Can your heart, break and shatter
Or do these words matter?

I weep for thee
But there are no tears.
I pray for thee,
To quell my fears.
I live for thee,
My soul is bare.
I'd die for thee;
Your not aware.
I hope for you
Because I care.

♦

No matter, what you're party,
No matter, if you live remote.
Please care, about this Nation
And use your right to vote.
If you don't like what's happening
Or even if you do.
The future of this land,
Depends upon votes from you.

Every one please vote.

Where are your thoughts, my little one?
What words are you, trying to say?
You told me that, "this isn't fun",
As I listen to you, every day.
I see the struggle, in your eyes
And all your frustration, in those sighs.
You are working so hard, to remember,
Things that happened, in last years September.
You began saying and I won't dismiss,
"You can't continue to live like this."
It's not about, what we go through,
It's what can I do for you?
I wish I knew, my darling bride,
Of what to do and stem the tide,
As days go by, again and again,
With you my love, I will remain.

If your soul, is going to heaven,
Don't live life, like your a Seven-Eleven.

The World can be a cruel place,
When there's so much hate of a Race.

For some puzzling reason, our great nation,
Has become one of hate and aberration
Of what we, would like to be,
Full of life's love and of charity.
What must we do, that's not remote,
Is get to the polls and vote.