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ENOUGH IS NEAR

Wanted to write a poem about respect
but having trouble controlling my mind
the poem turned political

No, can't do that, the words that come to mind
unacceptable, afraid I will find out MIBS are real
Oh, what the hell

WAKE UP AMERICA, WHERE IS YOUR BACKBONE
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS OF DRUMS ON THE WIND

Last few words: 
Time for me to go to bed, I think I am in a foul mood .Chewed out my husband, scrubbed the kitchen, and finished the laundry. They'd better not mess anything up.
Editing stage: 

Comments

now I just feel stupid, I looked up MIBS, an old name
for the game of marbles or an acronym for hundreds
of different things of which I couldn't put with the poem?

I feel left out although I didn't want to disturb you Linda,
not seeking to be in the "messed something up" category,
(ducking my head lol)

Richard

I am in a better mood now. your reply cheered me up. Actually MIBS means Men In Black. I think more associated with UFO stuff than plain political matters

Thank you Richard, Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

author comment

believe it or not I'm not usually on a rant. Thank you for your suggestion.

Maybe some ice cream will help.

Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

author comment

I did those things for awhile to appease my mind
but tonight the Kids.18/21 did shopping
bought items from Walmart for a much reduced
price..and I admit..We must eat....are we to honour
family name which takes our last fucking dollar
to exists..OR are we to honour the huge chain
name brands that will what...look after us or fold
when trouble comes...

I think you are bang on to clean and make y our
unit ready for the tour..the mission next day
I do the same here in Canada
admiring preppers and army people
and keeping an eye on the wealthy

Are we a Members only Society...
used to be they hired only slaves
for their mansions and vacations
to spas Manned by the most poorest
of poor...Or

the extreme wealthy whom made
decisions and and deals
for the creme du la creme

I like Beau's comment
Ice Cream is an ideal
Mint Chocolate or Spumoni
is my choice..

They burned Joan of Arc
at the stake
Drove Emilia for contracts
in her aircraft to her death

and most poets to the grave
but not me

I plan on going
pointing zombies to the way
of those whom are in need
of an overhaul

with my can of good paint
to slash across the doors
of occupancy

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