Poetry

I penned a few poems this summer. Here is one about whistle blowers – dedicated to all those Truth Tellers during this War on Whistle blowers, with the sincerest desire for peace.

Whistle blower, Whistle blower

Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb
They promised you safety,
didn’t teach you how to swim.
Now the sharks are circling,
waiting for you to fall in.
Perched high upon your branch,
you never stood a chance.
The apathetic mob below,
neither friend nor foe,
only those seeking amusement or the promise of security,
at the cost of your happiness and pursuit of liberty.

Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb
A strong wind is coming in
to deliver you to Him
or put you away forever and a day.
They’ll jail you or assail you,
take you to the funny farm or let you inflict self-harm,
since suicide is the goal.
Easy, once it swallows you whole.
To escape the pain and insanity,
professional hypocrites sent your way.

Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb
You’re barely noticeable, you’re a beacon that’s dim.
Nobody stops to assist you.
They only pause to inflict you,
with a poison of an epidemic of apathy or polemic.

Scrub the lists!

Here’s a plea to scrub the lists
and free them of the pacifists,
the whistle blowers and conspiracy theorists,
the activists and others not so dangerous.

To protect our nation from the enemy,
yet ensure we remain the land of the free,
we demand of your agency.
Guarantee our rights to freedom and democracy!

So keep a list, but keep it focused
on those that put us most at risk.
But set us free – let us go
because we are innocent and don’t deserve this!

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