Honored to serve
Served with Honor
To all those before
To those who gave All,
I Salute You..
ISM’s
ISM’s
By Devlin Murphy
Racism, sexism, all the useless ism’s. It is very simple really. There is only one race, the human race. All the other yack, yack are distractions. It is the way the wealthy, greedy, power hungry moguls. Keep the rest of us in line. Keep us fighting and chasing our tails in useless drama. This is needed to keep us busy while they rape the earth of all of its life sustaining riches. So they can profit from it and us. “They” don’t care if we can’t breathe, eat the food, or drink the water, they are rich-they buy theirs.
Masters, serfs, slaves, and serfdoms; changed the names, games the same. “They” share just enough to keep us alive (50+% of us), not enough to thrive. Keep us dangling to survive and just in case we make it past that obstacle we throw in race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, anything that can divide or distract.
We have come a long way over the centuries but we have a long way to go. I believe the younger generations of today will no longer allow this to continue on as it has since the beginning of time. If there is anything good about technology is that people can connect and expose instantly. Free thinkers of today believe in all equality-race, gender, sexual preference, religion-all of it-you do you-it’s a motto.
Wealthy isn’t bad if you have a heart and mind and use it wisely-too few of those. People in politics matter-vote them in-vote them out…
Let your voice be heard…
Injustices
Injustices here
injustices there
who cares?
Draconian
lists
their fix
Common sense
beware
you are not
welcomed there
Publically
embarrass
ridicule
you sneer
you smear
and think
its cool,
its cruel.
Call it a tool
Are we fools?
Strength does not berate
Leadership does not hate
Kindness is never late.
Ma
You always cared
You always shared
You worked so hard
You were never far
You held my hand
You held my head
You’ll always hold my heart.
Your playful soul
brought
laughter
love
joy
to all who knew you
You gave me life
You made me, me
You gave it all…
Mother
Peeks
The sun peeks
the clouds sneak
We reach
We teach
They fly
no why’s
sweet sounds
mingle
tingle
morning birds
know why…
Cadence of sound
surrounds
light breezes
caressing
sweet morning
with joe
and the journal
a good pen
hovers and molds
waits to be told
stories unfold
words
flow
or drip,
its always
a trip…