Foreign roads
Lead to treacherous results
What is known is more unknown
Facts are no longer facts
Fiction and fantasy
All intertwined sarcastically
What is literal
The truth
Tied up
Dropped to the bottom of the ocean blue
We have to decide and research
It’s now up to me and you
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
Can’t turn away now
How
When all over the headlines
Trying times
Setting a new tone in our own homes
This is trouble
This news
The news
Is trouble
What we lose
And what we gain
It’s all part of the game
How we take it
What we take away
Who are the refs
And how do we play
How many players
How many shots
Whether we play in the cold
Or play in the hot
How many balls
How many strokes
What types of games
Fit what type of folks
No one decision maker
Gets the sole power to command us all
Destroy us all
What we gain
And what we lose
I guess its up to me and you
In a free world
Not all is perfect
In times of struggle
Waiting
Resolution
Hating
We are all not without our
Flaws
Broken bones
And wrapped up jaws
I realize my imperfections have weight
Putting on me a certain strain
But better to make progress than to stall
To stand tall
And push through
Imperfections
And all
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
There once was a boy named Joel
Who while running
Got stuck in a hole
He tried to leap
But got run over by a Jeep
And that is the poem
Of Joel
Lame accusations
All across the barren nation
Divided bittersweet segmentation
Flaky
Disturbing
The trust I feel eroding
While the claimed is exploding
Without knowing
The unending revolver of dislodged theories
A cent for hate
While the talking heads are irrate
It’s getting late in here
Sleep and take it away
Wiretaps
Shooting in the pool
Trying to catch the cool water
Catching what is not really there
It was once but is now everywhere
Once a river
Now only a stream
We had better push harder
Than it might not be a false starter
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