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POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
IN THE END, WHO SHOULD PAY?
Here I go again, off topic. But I’ll get back, eventually. It’s just that our world is changing so quickly that I must take notice.
I feel we are no longer citizens of this great country, but pawns subject to the musings of those in power who are subject to the money of those with vast amounts of money.
Here goes a radical change in topic, if you keep up with what is happening, you may think I am presidential material?
These days the news is alive with stories of sexual harassment. Respected figures, and some less respected, are falling right and left. And of course, lawyers are licking their chops.
My question is: When the employers pays the fine for the employee, at times many millions of dollars, shouldn’t that money be considered income for the employee and taxed? This may seem petty but I think we should speak whenever we have thoughts concerning the changing values of this world we call home.
I have no knowledge of tax laws, just opinions.
What do you think of these musings?
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
PAY BACK
Once powerful men
Thought nothing
Of touching a woman’s ass
Her breasts
Violating her dignity,
They now find
That their acts
Are biting them
In the ass.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
Looking Back,
Have you ever
Wished
You were young
Again,
With what
You know
Now?
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
THE END
For our country,
I feel this
Is the beginning
Of the end.
And we
Are in part
Responsible.
I once used a line in a poem, ‘a sadness too deep to be real’.
It is becoming real.
There are still those full of poetry, stories and art. They struggle to survive and they always will. But greed has taken over this country.
The only comfort for me personally is that I will be dead when this great country’s dream is unrecognizable.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: CONFUSION
THE PAST AND PRESENT
I recall the little boy
Full of hope
And no one
To give him
Guidance.
Thoughts beyond
His young mind
Could not understand.
He became a man
And as in his youth
There are no answers.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
THE SECRET MESSAGE
I know I promised to return to the art of writing, but thoughts and life interfere.
Life
We settle
For the superficial,
That is what we are taught,
What we are trained to accept,
But those
Who think beyond,
Pondering their existence,
Pondering questions
Their life does not fulfill
Risk madness,
Or perhaps,
True happiness.