A giant sleeps in hearts and minds,
Of people in our land;
Awakening when prudence finds,
That danger is at hand.
We cherish our autonomy,
(An independent lot)
Our wealth and our sovereignty;
We keep the things we've got.
Our freedom and our liberty,
Are often on parade.
We like to stand, alone and free:
An icon, strong and staid.
But, threaten our democracy,
With violence and strife,
Then menace us with anarchy,
And take innocent life,
Harm the helpless, hurt a child,
Intimidate the poor;
Take images of all defiled,
And share it more and more;
And you may stir the giant's ire,
His vengeance and his wrath.
Beware his purpose and his fire.
Beware his righteous path.
Americans, at heart, are fair,
And when misfortunes smite,
They care, they help, they give, they share,
Until what's wrong is right.
But, if that danger's an attack
On what they think is right,
They'll quickly take the battle back,
With all their righteous might.
So, hold your protest peacefully,
And share your thoughts so deep;
Retire your mob, mute the bully,
And let the giant sleep.
There is a sleeping giant within the people of the United States of America. It awakened on December 7, 1941, with a roar heard around the world. It stirred again on September 11, 2001, and I swear the Earth shifted slightly in her orbit. The giant is wondrous and terrible to behold, and it cannot be controlled.
When all discussion is complete; when all debate has ended; when all factors have been considered - what I post here comes out of my mind...
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Let The Giant Sleep
A giant sleeps in hearts and minds,
Sunday, January 10, 2021
Inside a truth is where you hide a lie.
A deed de noir, if bathed in brightest light,
Leaves the palest of shadows few will spy.
An untruth, whispered, will seldom go far,
But if shouted often, becomes a fact.
An average schmuck can become a star,
If you make grand claims, then lie and distract.
Find something that folks are afraid to lose;
Claim the government's taking it away.
Tell them it is critical that they choose
To follow your schmuck, who will save the day.
A few will follow because they're afraid.
A few will follow because they are mad.
Anger and hatred and words loudly said,
Will give them direction they've never had.
But a schmuck is a schmuck, the truth will out,
And an angry mob may be the result.
Frustrated fanatics who scream and shout,
Are the fractured remains of a failed cult.
Though you scatter the fire, some embers glow,
Some remnants burn out, and others anneal.
Some embers are large, so their fire can grow,
But most are shattered, needing time to heal.
But mark my words -- This is wisdom, hard earned:
If you are not careful, you can get burned.
Building a cult can be relatively easy if you follow a few simple rules and your timing is good. However, if your leader is a schmuck, incompetent, or just unlucky; a failed cult can be a dangerous thing.
Thursday, January 07, 2021
The Cost of Conflict
Echo and wail, through canyons
Of glass, stone, and steel.
Gaslight tales and smoke,
Obscure and obfuscate
The weathered and withered eyes
Of angry old men.
Will the threshing floor chafe,
When the sledge elects the grain
And rejects the chaff?
Will the chaff arise and
Falsely claim it is grain?
Shall the harvest make war upon itself
In resentment, in grief, and in rage?
Life will suffer.
Grain will be spoilt.
And the wounded will reign,
While the children mourn
For their dead fathers.
Saturday, January 02, 2021
In the Bones of My Soul
When bright bursts of love enkindle my mind,
And my hesitant bonds have lost control,
My essence subsumes ev'ry thought I find;
I feel the fire in the bones of my soul.
When chill winds of freedom caress my heart,
And warm bonds of friendship my cries extol,
My bonds to my shadows are burst apart;
I savor joy in the bones of my soul.
When the quiet hours of a sleepless night
And slumber elude, minutes take their toll.
When sweet visions of fancy take their flight,
Gratitude gleams in the bones of my soul.
The architecture of my love is whole,
When I feel loved in the bones of my soul.
It is good to feel loved deep in the fiber of your being.