I dread the machinations of the Rove. He scares the bejeezus out of me and seemed so confident that the Republicans would win both houses tomorrow (well, today, officially.) If that happens my faith in this country will be shattered.
What monster of certainty
has beset these men?
What lack of vision?
What dearth of light?
What longing for death?
A Rapture of delight
in all that can be beaten
subdued or silenced.
Demanding life-blood,
action,
Something more than prose
to quell the thirst for
More.
More oil
More money
More walls of hate
More names for “other”
More land to rape
A quiet fury has been planted
deep roots have taken hold
Beware the ones
Who lack conviction
They shall be made bold.
Vote as if your lives were depending on it people! Because they are.
I must sleep. Sleep perchance to dream.
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