A fairly normal day, arguing with trolls, Helena and Isabel went to Mlada Boleslav for the day, for a circus, and Sam had a football game in the afternoon.
I’ve left writing the blog until late, and exhausted all my coherent thoughts in writing zingers in the comments, which always fall flat because the people they are directed at just don’t feel zinged, I am reminded of playing Cowboys and Indians as a kid and the growing realization that people, or at least all of my friends, just cheated like crazy all the time. “Bang! You’re dead.” “No, I’m not, you missed.”
What social media needs is a referee.
Anyway, enough of all that. Here’s a little poem I wrote this morning, and I’m pretty happy with it:
It’s a time of confusion
and verbal profusion
of words of tremendous disparity
How they are used
leaves us all quite confused
and we long for a bit of sweet clarity
We all want to know
what’s the right way to go,
so, we’re wondering what is the deal;
What is this yearning?
what is this Bern
that everyone thinks we should feel?
The Bern’s a sensation,
that’s sweeping the nation,
the world, with its rising hum
a sort of elation
a mass celebration
a feeling whose time has come
the people are coming
to dance to the drumming
the beat of the Bernie drum
the voice of the crowd
speaking clearly and loud
of the way that the world ought to be
with the grass growing green
on a world bright and clean
with shared prosperity
with justice for all
the great and the small
and education, too
When we stand united
a flame is ignited
there’s nothing that we cannot do
We can live ever more
in a world without war
a world where we’re sisters and brothers
Things will be great
in a world without hate
where people all love one another
It’s the hammer of justice
the bell of freedom
the song of love so grand
That’s in the air
and everywhere
you go throughout the land
it’s on everyone’s lips
and fingertips
everywhere you turn
Things will start
when you open your heart
You, too, will Feel the Bern!
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I like it!