The child sings Barely out of diapers Knows the cruelties Of the world Belts out feelings Oh! The oppressed Is there any hope? The melody slows Goes into the blues Will we survive? Does anyone know? We all have dreams Can see through clouds But don’t want to look And then cry out loud Who is to blame? We all look away These problems we have Will wait another day Wake up from your dreams It is a new day Take another look There’s a flag on the moon And here I am crying With a mop in my hands I’ll be dancing at midnight In my field of dreams There will be reconciliation Beautiful acts of love It’s not that bad Farmers plough The child sings Stanski April 27, 2021 ^
Day: April 27, 2021
I WONDER
People I used to know So stoic in their way Continue with their philosophy Regardless if it means decay Corruption is not an excuse Decadence is not an answer Smiles while addressing the questions Please! Where is the lancer The media asks the softball questions Easy interviews; hold back the dam No confrontation against the obvious Just propaganda they wish to cram I don’t want to abandon you So listen carefully to what I say This liberalism stuffing is of no value They repeat and repeat to get their way Truth is a word rejected But truth will not be denied I pray these treasures will recognize, then There would be a chance we survive Stanski April 27, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 