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As the Moon races in the sky,
I will ask of God and try
To understand the place we're in,
Unencumbered by lies and shame.
I don't know about where thought began,
But do know that this public display,
Must, I stress, must go away.
One can rant, rave and shout,
Sleeping with the Devil, is no doubt.
Something that bothers me most,
Is the evil I see with this host,
Of damaging our nations pride
And why this embarrassment, must hide.
This person, we have is so untrue.
That's how I feel. How about you?

If what is who
and gone is went,
must we now go
but not relent
and make amends
for all the lies
that doesn't unite
just unties.
The future of this country;
where is the honorable man
who tells the truth
so we understand?
A stable genius,
he is not.
Unfortunately, he is
what we've got.
If you like him
that's your choice.
As for me,
I will rejoice
when he is gone.

Words are many.
Actions are few.
When the time comes
We need to
Get rid of you.
You take all the glory,
But not any blame.
Who are you now?
Trumplthinskin,

Wind, Rain
Spattered on window pane
Drops slide down

When day is gone
And night is spent,
I'll rise again
To greet the Sun.
The Sun my friend
Will warm our bones,
While we do tasks
To protect the old.
The History they made,
When they were young.
We must honor them
And the newborn child,
If we are to Succeed.
In a short while
We will soon discover
What it means to be
When all the World is free.

Years ago, it wasn't dumb,
if you had no car
you would stick out your thumb.
Hitch hiking was the thing that you'd do,
if you needed a ride, a short distance or two.
Doing that now, in these crazy times?
Not something, I want to do.

Insidious, his action,
bereft of mind,
causing others pain,
no sense of caring,
just shows disdain.

Darkening clouds appear in the West.
Rolled up like black pillows.

Sunlight
Another day goes bye
Tomorrow

I feel the pain lodged in my head
are of anguish and the dread
of worried concern; what must be said
about the future of the days ahead.
I must stay healthy and care for you
even if it's the last thing I do.

A golden glow.
A low refrain.
A moonless night,
with no rain.
Away we go
to see the Sunrise,
one day more.
Red this morning.
Not a good sign,
for a storm is coming.
A weather change,
of good or bad,
said with disdain.
These words, senseless,
without reason,
when thinking about
the Winter season.

In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?