Nearly at the end of August
We see the harvest moon light up the sky at night
It is a reminder that we have many chores to do
Before we can call it a season. We look back and wonder
Where did all the time go? Where did the summer go?
We come to grips with this when we remember all the
Things we did accomplish and the reason we worked
So hard to accomplish them. We also think of the distractions
That cause us to pause in the things we do to give time to
The wicked condition of our country and the world in
General. Every year is not the same and
this year we have the open border with the cartels
Taking advantage of our non-response even as
We have people pleading with the administration
We can think of the sex traffic and the deaths
due to fentanyl and the millions entering our
country with the cost of this in the millions
Does anyone care besides the deplorables?
The swamp people are happy because
It brings us one step closer to socialism
And a situation where then control us.
Eventually the Light, and not that of the moon,
Will overcome this and we will hear the crying
And the gnashing of teeth thus manifesting the
Promise of the Good Book.
Stanski
August 28, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 