Room With a View


There is something in the water,

it screams in after dark,

It’s preying on the children while they’re playing in the park.

A generation of pedophiles and sharks, narcissists and narcs.

What you put in is what you get back,

 

but lately I’ve been sniffing and I think I’ve found the rat…

 

Ten minutes watching news interviews,

and I am already setting my anger noose.

How long will we pander to the youth they’ve produced?

“Someone needs to step up, someone needs to step in,”

do you realize how much power you’re giving to them?

For heaven sake, JUST DO THE RIGHT THING!

 

Golden rules: be clear, be TRUE to your TRUE self, and be kind,

read the whole passage before setting your mind,

with these steps, you become difference blind,

because you realize magic when they’re all combined.

 

You are what you focus on, the wolf that you feed,

If you feel drawn, look past greed toward the need.

That is where you’ll find great deeds.

And when they talked about turning your cheeks?

It’s a metaphor, not a call to post them flossing with your G-string…

That intimate view should MEAN something.

 

 

“Take our guns, take our guns,”

take our taxes and use them toward the fund!

Yeah right, there’s no way we are all that dumb.

Wait, seriously?

 

Put down your weapons big brother has won…

and only when the deed is done,

will you realize that little charade?

Played right into the Joker’s hand, he won.

And then there were none.

Run!

 

Were the table scrapes worth it, the pat on the head?

How dare you dishonor those who are dead.

War heroes racist? I read that recently,

the nerve of some people is disgusting.

Have you ever kill another human being?

While being told it’s the right thing?

Until you put those combat boots on,

you have no platform to stand on.

 

Back down and put away your meaningless verbs,

in this matter, there’s no juice to those words.

 

Don’t turn this into a race war, you don’t know what they fought for.

You don’t know what they gave up to protect,

probably not old enough to recollect,

what happens when not enough people come on their own…

A letter in the post while sitting alone,

Opened to reveal what you fear the most,

you’ve been chosen, your number was picked,

still, don’t think something is rigged?

 

Once upon a heroes return,

their moral compass makes them burn.

because those they wished to protect,

have formed these radically off pudding little sects.

“rights for immigrants” “Rights for illegals”

Yet you have vets you barely consider people…

 

This is a subject so close to home,

I see homeless/incarcerated veterans lost and alone,

’cause when they came home mentally bruised and broken,

the military booted them with a ‘thank you for your time’ token,

and a label so country full of zeros to render them unstable,

A country full of sheeple who won’t blink at abandon their heroes,

rejected by the suits and ties who are supposed to represent their case.

Help them get back on their feet and readjust to this place?

Put their trust to rest with those much better at talking on both sides of the face.

bobbleheads billowing bitter, judgments into our shared space.

 

We see you, you’re hiding’s gotten lazy,

your tired games make the U.S. seem crazy…

So, while you waste life holding your vulgar signs,

proof you can scribble outside of the lines,

Remember, their fallen remain grounded unable to speak

and every night when you go to sleep,

those that are left, for their memories, weep.

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