Stoke

Man’s worst impulses here in parades.
Doomed by their gloom to crash cavalcades.

Evil nurtures the slime it adores.
All while good tries hard not to abhor.

Bad guys know no mercy; not an ounce.
Destroyed dissent is all horror counts.

This filth wants our extermination.
Too, to birth a Gilead nation.

We’ll vote soon for reps on good missions…
Who’ll try all counts of Pres-sedition.

If we don’t, then this party’s finished.
Liberty dims…her torch diminished.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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