The American Ritual Dance

Dear God,
With heavy hearts
We gather here
To say goodbye
To those who were taken away
At the prime of their lives;
(By our inaction but that’s another matter)
And send our condolences
To the grieving families,
May time heal their hurts,
(Sure time heals everything you know)
And make them whole again.

Phew, with that out of our hearts
It’s now time,
Let the barbeques begin,
And the donations roll in;
You know it’s not easy folks
To stand up for your rights
To bear arms
With empty pockets
Every two, four or six years;
Let the good times begin.

And while we are at it,
Don’t forget to remember those
Who gave up their lives
To protect your rights
To turn this land of
The free and the braves
Into killing fields,
With AR15s for one and all;
Don’t you fret,
We have judges who know
Which side to butter the bread;
Well, obviously they obfuscate
During the nomination process,
Lest they don’t get elevated.
(They are not politicians you know)

God willing we shall make this land
A prison soon,
With guns for one and all;
(Isn’t that what 2nd Amendment all about)
Let’s decree guns for the newborns,
Afterall we are the ones
Who stand up for their right to be born,
So that we have enough
For our target practices;
Remember, it’s not guns that kill,
People do,
So go and make merry as you like,
What did you say?
A knife?
It doesn’t kill that many,
AR15s that’s what you must have
To kill a deer unarmed;
We are a country of laws,
And we shall fight
With all our might
To preserve your right
To snuff out the light,
From young and old alike
With futures bright.

Ah, what you say,
Tears coming down our cheeks..?
(Must be the smoke from the barbeque)
Hey, don’t you blame the crocodiles,
They don’t come after their kids with guns,
You need a special breed for that,
We are Americans!
And you know for those who need
We have mental health,
(That we ourselves surely need)
But no, can’t deprive them also
Of their rights,
It’s a free country all right,
Except for the rights victims of rape and incest
To abort;
We are a great country,
Unique in the world
Remember that well on the Tuesday of November.
The list grows longer they say,
Well you know the more the merrier,
Gives us more opportunities
To come out and assure our constituents,
We stand with them dancing
The American ritual dance.

Conflict of Interest

We are in that time of the year, when every four years a circus comes to the town, nay country. This year by grace of God or COVID, we are spared some of the drama. At least the last few months of stay at home has made us experts in ignoring the noise and concentrating more on other important distractions like social media, Netflix , Amazon prime and others like them. Unfortunately, come November, whether we like it or not, the circus will be at its climax and we shall be either participants or spectators. The poem below is a tongue in cheek look at our dilemma. Nothing in it is remotely connected to reality, so don’t even try to read too much into it.

Conflict of interest manifests,
when a thief is sent to guard the assets.
the institutions on which democracy stands,
slowly gets dismantled.
capitalism rears its ugly head,
socialism around the corner, faithfuls shout.
while the liberals lick their wounds,
conservatives gloat.

beware, beware,
what goes around, comes around.
will you still be standing
when they come for you,
and you have no where to hide?
alas, we are being trained
to disagree without being civil to each other.

we aim for the jugulars,
while the goats bleed slowly
the meeks are always the sacrificial lambs,
to be slaughtered at the alter of greed.

and as the lemmings run to the sea,
the drama of election unfolds.
the pious utterances fill the atmosphere with hot air.
no wonder we experience a heat wave all around,
and the grinch all ready to steal Christmas.

rejoice,rejoice,
there is always a tomorrow.
people get what they deserve,
isn’t that what democracy is all about?
asking for privileges without exercising one’s rights,
or is it the other way around?

who cares, we are the
Greatest of All Times,
goat, is that such a grand animal to be?
silence of the lambs,
or the dead silence music to the ears
of powers to be?

democracy, ah democracy,
somewhere dead King George must be laughing in his grave,
and Hitler may be rueing
being born at the wrong time.
we march on, divided we stand, United?

 

Nature does not beg

The earth finally has heaved a sigh of relief

Nature does not beg but snatches its rights

Those who can not appreciate the free bountiful gifts

And fall on their faces scrambling to breathe

To wait for them to provide relief and clean up their misdeeds

While they hide behind their walls of fingerpointing

Nature took back with a venegesnce what is rightfully hers

And while the culprits scramble for a remedy

The earth has again started to breathe

A warning sent, acknowledged, to be forgotten in due time

Just remember ye greedy souls the lessons of these days

Nature does not beg but snatches its rights

Black is Beautiful

As I survey far and wide
Sitting high on my perch
Resplendent in my
God given color
That I flaunt
With pride
Won’t give an inch
I will fight
With all my might
For my rights


This photo was taken by the author on December 25, 2018 at Desert View Point parking lot in Grand Canyon Desert View drive.  I was struck by the beauty of the bird’s jet black color and could not care less attitude.

WELFARE

Welfare to all this holiday season
Everybody be hale and hearty
Let us all be happy
Frolicking friends and family
All around us
Rest of the year and coming years be
Enjoyable with reason as our beacon

Worry not too much
Everything is going to be all right
Live life with dignity
Fear not the changes on the horizon
Anger, arguments and aloofness
Rarely does solve problems
Engage to prosper and preserve your rights


Write Anything Wednesday

Welcome:Week Forty Four of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

The land of the free and the home of the brave does not feel too welcoming at this time.  Lady Liberty does not seems to be extending her hands any more to the tired, poor,huddled masses yearning to breathe free.  Rather the poor, huddled masses of the country were hoodwinked by the promise of erecting a wall to keep other poor, huddled masses out from this country.  I wholeheartedly support a fair immigration policy, a process that is legal.  It is not fair that every few years an amnesty be granted to people who are not legal residents.  That’s a mockery of the law.  But what stops the elected legislature to make a law to take care of the issue once for all.  Is it because without those immigrants, the life of the rich as they know it won’t be the same.  Will making a fair immigration law severely impact the lifestyle of the rich and the powerful?

But I digress.  I am not feeling very welcoming for last couple of weeks.  Just as I think that the nastiness of the election is past and we can slowly go back to be normal again, there comes a tweet from the POTUS elect.  Like a pouting child who always thinks that he/she has been misjudged or mistreated, every single event that pierces his thin skin becomes a rallying point for his tweet and a battlecry for his hard nosed followers to come rallying for him.  Those tweets are not allowing the country to heal.  Some silence from his tweets are most welcome.  He has won the election and he is most welcome to govern.  That’s his prerogative, he is welcome to it. Just stop this circus.

People are fearful of changes, what change would bring.  I think one should welcome change but needs to be on guard to ensure that rights are not trampled.  On that note, for week forty four of  my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose WELCOME as the starting word of my poem.  Hope my dear readers will welcome the poem.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-30-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Wish

Wish things would have turned out different
It was not to be, but is there a need to weep
Struggle for ideals supported must go on
Hardly it is time to recede and be a recluse

Wish for a better future for the country
In ourselves we must have faith in defeat
Swamped in despair and sadness we may be
Hold our heads high we must to thrive

Wish for a march forward for progressive ideals
Inclusiveness be the battle cry in our resolve to strive
Shoulder our responsibilities we must bravely
Hard though the fight may be to preserve our rights

Wish for the best to the winner and prosperity to our land
Indeed be magnanimous in defeat but be on our guard
Strength in numbers will be overruled by electoral college
Henceforth resolve to work to overturn the archaic garbage


Write anything Wednesday Nov-9-2016

 

 

WIMP

 

Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction, character in the poem does not have any resemblance to any known human being.

Wimp, you are a wimp, the bullies yell
If they would have known the hell
My entire life that I am going through
Probably they would not be yelling though

Why do I never pick up a fight
I am not afraid to stand up for my rights
Made promise to my mother that I have to keep
Please do not pick up a fight and make me weep

When all I have to do is push back and yell
Imagine my pain with what I have to deal
Mortified that I have to bear all the insults
Pray to God that I can face the results

Whimsical I am not, I am thoughtful
In my own world I remain blissful
Mad at myself, with every insult I silently weep
Please, now that you know, don’t call me a wimp


Week 13 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

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