any other name for trump is white
my
country
my
country
what
has become of thee
of
our children
who
is left to educate them
when
their state no longer
cares…dares
the
people our people are not
just
made up of old white men
our
people our beautiful people
are
black, spanish, asian
every
shade of beauty
what
has happened to our middle class
who
now pay their mortgage, barely
in
taxes to a president
an
old white rich man
with
dementia
a
so called man
a
grifter, golfer
and
a hater of all things
poor
and
all you fools voted for him
in
fear of a black woman
ENJOY!
sea
to shining sea blues
i
walked this land
from
sea to shining sea
on
a summer
a
reality break
from
nixon and the war
in
viet nam
those
of us who dared to remember
just
to return to one of many marches
on
washington
just
to see the mass arrest of
we
the people
so
where
are today’s youth daring
caring
to search for america
do
they fly over their sea
to
shining sea journey
do
they drive their car
their
car car in a musical historical
exception
on
their summer break
from
their president’s attempt
to
rewrite the constitution
and
empty the offices of those
who
care who dare to govern
to
betray the people with
threats
and too much money
where
are their marches on washington
who
dares
now!
today!
what
care does take our dreams
sweet
liberty
what
has become of thee
using
children
to
arrest the parents
arresting
students
who
dare to speak
to
believe
in
peace
of
citizens
of
the constitution
sweet
liberty
what
has become of thee
as
we all bow
to
king trump
in
his age addled mind
-jude
simple
dance
a child’s dance
sing
a child’s song
dare
to believe
in
what is right
care
to perceive
in
what is wrong
simple
if
one thinks
beyond
one’s fears
no
compassion
everybody
knows
the
emperor has new clothes
as
he stands and parades
naked
as can be
it
is what any
thinking
person can see
who
is this man
a
soul who
carries
no compassion
a
man without pockets
a
tree out of it’s season
whose
leaves fall
to
lie dead on the ground
as
music with sound
dream
rhyme
when
we dare
to
talk of time
in
the silence
dare
we wait
seconds
sound as
minutes
sound as
hours
days
pass as years
a
spirit rider
dancing
within the circle
of
echoes
time
within time
a
place for poets
to
sing their songs
to
shatter the mirror
which
holds the unseen
till
all the years pass
into
a dream rhyme
again
when
you believe in what
you
see
and
not what is …
where
balloons
in
free drift
who
carry such silent
screams
dreams
carved into
your
sky
the
lie
is
reality drawn as
truth
when
you believe in what
is
…
and
not what you see
tight
within the darkness
darkness
within the light
nowhere
man lives again
it
is time
to
rhyme
when
your dreams
do
they dance
upon
the rhythm
of
all the quiet
souls
do
you stand alone
even
then
do
you dare
to
paint the mirror
without
color
or
just
to stand
before
the image
of
such dreams
somewhere
between
black
and white
the
silence in-between
do
i hear a clock
ticking
away my time
or
is
it just a roll of dice
sounding
across my wooden
floor
this
sound is playing
against
my soul
do
i listen
to
the calls of silence
to
its soft calls
where
the universe
walks
without sound
where
time is marked
only
by its echo
leaving
empty space
in-between
where
i dare to rest
before
the call