2020 has been a summer unlike any other, 

tougher for all of our sisters and brothers,

both white, and of all beautiful colors.

Far too many full of heartache and pain, 

far too many friends unlawfully slain.

Bigotry and hate, protests, and riots, 

Spouting from anger and uprises 

caused by leadership leading fleetingly,

only when it’s far too late.

So here are some words, a first attempt at prose,

from a soon-to-be, obviously, poet-non-pro,

deeply concerned, cis-male,

who’s hetero.

Here to tell a tale already often told.

I’m the very face of those,

from whom oppression so often flows.

So, here’s one of my humble goals:

to apply pressure,

not leisure,

to the powers of those,

blessed with privilege, 

long-saved from the spotlight’s visage,

cloaked in the robes of our legislative “pros”

working to subvert so many of the hopes,

found in our nation’s very mission.

I seek only to serve, to proclaim,

the words of so many others,

frustrated just the same,

as you and me.

I seek no fame, 

won’t offer my name,

for this isn’t for me, or just mine.

Still I’ll use my mind and some rhymes to give voice,

to those empowered with a civic choice,

to vote out Trump and let liberty rejoice.

As we tear down these macabre monuments, 

to the very evil men and their emoluments,

of a nation born from slavery and unjust bondage.

We must not fail, this fall, 

to oust those who respond to change’s call,

with anger, those not seeking to progress,

who would rather just build a wall,

a wall which actually, in this pandemic,

imprisons us all.

My voice is not unique, 

my arguments unoriginal, 

but my brothers’ voices have been treated

as though their message of equality is subliminal, 

or worse yet, even treated as criminal.

I offer these words, 

sharpened as swords,

thrust to the hearts of those,

who would see our nation boarded,

closing our borders out of ignorance and fear.

If this white guy writes it, 

more ears may hear,

that it’s high time, 

for Trump’s crimes,

to be jeered, 

not revered. 

May his terror come to an end this year.

What happened to this country,

this often proclaimed, sacred place? 

Such a fast descent, 

by a nation once famous, 

for being the epitome of decent!

I was graced to be a

person to loudly praise, 

a flag we once proudly raised.

Yet I find my ability to feel pride these days,

lost in the crazed haze of an unending maze,

I’m amazed!

That one administration could annihilate, 

wipe clean, what once was etched-in-slate,

opposed to bigotry and the idiocy of hate.

A nation once held as the world’s standard,

our idiotic elected grandstander,

feigns to be patriotic,

now pleased to see our good name slandered.

He’s idiotic.

Yet he’s allowed to keep pandering, 

with his ill-informed clamoring,

words fired through twitter rants,

like munitions, his answers,

shot from poorly-aimed panzers, 

always missing the mark,

with his every childish remark.

How is a narcissistic man, 

with toxic insecurity, 

somehow in charge, 

of our national security?

He’s best friends with our enemies, 

insulting foreign dignitaries, 

unhidden, unmitigated glee,

In his unceasing, dictator-loving tweets.

Can we survive a longer regime? 

Sorry, candidacy, 

excuse me. 

The thought of four more years?

Insane. Lunacy.

His qualities elude me. 

Let’s vote as though, 

we know, 

it’s life and death, 

not right and left,

Come from high, 

with pride, 

to legally, loudly reply, 

NO.

To this despot wannabe,

And all his policies.

Let’s delight in, 

and ignite this,

fight for the right,

of minorities and whites,

to sleep safely at night,

without the fear to die,

by the guns of guys, 

with flashlights,

silhouetted by blue, red, and white, 

flashing lights.

Our founders, 

flawed as they were,

fought to write, in our laws, 

to create and ensure 

the right of a free press,

free people, from censure.

Let’s venture, 

to make sure Trump, 

sees due process.

For crimes,

of which he and his crew are fraught with. 

When justice finds just causes, 

May they rot quick.

We’ve got this!

Imperfect is our history. 

Slavery.

Misery.

Idylatry.

All sins sold under the guises,

of promises of free commerce.

of equality, and progress.

For a party whose,

platform swears, 

they’re rooted in “family values,” 

there’s sure a lot of jack-booted, 

attacks “reforming” a family’s value...

What child thrives, 

where friends’ lost lives, 

remain on their minds, 

more than nine times nine?

What test can measure, 

the propensity for infants,

who grow up bearing witness,

to a nation still plagued by instants,

where the dispensation of value,

to the lives of its very own citizens,

is called into question,

subservient to what’s best for businesses?

Do all lives truly matter to all you guys,

if the words “Black Lives Matter,”

is still treated as idle chatter,

by the privileged whites,

with sharpened knives to grow fatter,

off foods they serve from shiny silver platters?

Not sure about you, 

but I’d certainly rather,

reexamine the sadder,

realities of this ideal world,

we’re all supposedly after.

If all lives matter, 

why is it so often that,

the lives of non-whites are stolen, 

by preventable, tragic blood splatter?

If all lives matter,

where are our 

Make America Safe Again 

face masks? 

We should act fast!

So why no calls to wear them? 

How can protecting others scare them?

What about healthcare as a right

for all, not just those with the right

combination of employment rights?

How can you find enjoyment in spite?

How is it some Americans 

don’t want to help you,

only them, only me?

If we are all healthy,

wouldn’t that make us all more wealthy?

The benefits are obvious, not stealthy.

Too expensive they interjected? 

Imagine the extent of all our successes, 

when even our very poorest are healthy, fed, protected.

Imagine taxing to heal wounds,

and cure diseases,

not just bombing homes of anyone our nation pleases.

Think of the incentive

to return to being inventive

and progressive, 

instead of racially regressive,

and factually repressive.

An “us” led by intellect, 

and mutual respect,

not a nation poorly led by a rapist, 

with low intellect,

obsessively bent on committing incest?

Change is uncomfortable, I’ll admit it, 

but only when it’s not 

by all of us, sought. 

How can you not be committed? 

Our destiny lies not in honoring our past atrocities, 

but in supporting the youth, the futures of 

our inner cities.

Red lines drawn on white papers,

by white banks,

defunding peoples’ dreams, 

with perpetuities? 

No thanks.

Stealing fathers from families, 

for minor transactions, 

in a war on drugs 

with no clear factions,

I wonder who I would be, 

if this government and its agencies, 

not my mother and father, raised me?

So in the votes we make this fall; 

if we survive this pandemic,

will we lead a globally resurgent economy, 

or just build a wall?

Our destiny calls.

Do we fight for our values, 

stand tall, return impressive, 

or bend to the whims,

of Russia’s favorite operative/submissive?

Tired of negative press?

Same. 

Tired of old arguments 

screamed by new generations? 

Same. 

Solution?

It goes by many names.

A Congress, 

non-factioned, 

ran by compromise and compassion, 

lost in translation, this nation

has lost sight of a government led in this fashion.

It is now our choice whether to embrace the pace 

of this status quo approach 

or to eradicate those,

who would choose to placate 

the fragile ego

of a twitter-happy child of a man 

from an old, failed TV show.

All it takes is casting a vote against bigotry.

False Christianity.

Unfairly privileged diplomatic immunity 

for criminality that’s lasted too long

in too many communities.

Dump Trump. Please.

Enjoy the release 

that can only come 

when all, not some

can freely breathe with ease,

not fearing the hate-filled knees

too often pressed into their necks

while all the world sees.

A world which so far, has failed to cease

the president’s support of mentalities 

that feed into these 

constant acts of depravity.

Trump misleads the masses,

every time he holds a mass 

on the altar of a mass grave 

of our continent’s natives.

Justice for them, too long belated.

Change a racist football team’s name?

This argument is so insane,

it shouldn’t have to even be made,

yet the value of a change

eludes Trump’s brain.

Let’s find solutions and climb higher. 

We can inspire 

generations mired

in mediocrity,

to return the USA to a state of global veneration.

Flawed as our founding fathers were,

they wrote down an adequate foundation, 

solid enough to create a united, brave nation

that was wise enough to never be satisfied, 

with the laws which it originally, 

never perpetually,

ratified.

Black lives matter doesn’t mean white lives don’t.

Our history is more than slavery and oppressions,

But in unintentionally erasing 

or maliciously misplacing 

all our hard-learned lessons,

we have forgotten to fear the transgressions 

of those who might

wear all white,

hidden faces under hoods, 

proclaiming their might

in the night

to bomb churches of those who don’t look exactly like

“their” like. 

Regression is infectious

to a foolish populace. 

We can be better together, 

now more than ever.

Policies to the contrary 

cannot return us 

to being seen as visionary,

exemplary or just.

Progress may cost us,

but it’s worth every cent,

to end the recent trend

of descending towards idiocracy.

When there’s hope, we should freely offer it, 

while Trump would just seek to profit off of it. 

His coffers?

They’re coffins

full of debts delayed, 

or outright unpaid. 

So wholly is he depraved! 

A bankrupt conscience is becoming of him, 

just as our nation of many languages

languishes with poisoned veins,

direct injections of the insane,

coming from his MAGA hatted-campaigns.

We live in unprecedented times, 

led by a man guilty of unpresidential crimes, 

over multiple times.

Still some wonder why our response to COVID has been

so criminally negligent at every non-step by this has-been?

We will only find 

the answers we seek

in the eyes,

hearts and minds 

of each other,

not in the lines 

in the tomes from guys,

famous for supporting 

the enslaved lives of

who they saw as “others.”

We cannot be scared to find 

within ourselves the immense potential in all of us.

For it is this fear that would blind

our minds with small distractions.

We can no longer accept these small retractions 

by weak politicians who lie in speeches,

to justify Trump’s evils 

when he preaches

to the far right,

their tiki torches alight in moonlight.

He slanders simple truths,

for this we should force him to retire

this very hour of our nation’s need, most dire.

In spite of the lies from the right

of the “might” 

of our healthcare system, 

we should rise and despise

this common enemy, 

slaughtering our sons and daughters 

indiscriminately.

Where’s coronavirus’ vaccine?

Or will we sink to and accept

our fragility 

under the Nazi war eagle-like wings 

of Trump and his cabinet of imbecility?

Will we support science’s progress, 

doctors, masks, common sense,

cleanliness and unbiased reason?

Or will you continue to be party to a misinformed, 

incoherent man’s opinion, 

and help him to keep carrying out his treason?

Will we succumb to those abhorrent qualities 

of the absolute worst of our nation’s presidency?

Or will we give the world a memorable November, 

a turning point in history that will forever be remembered?

Will we grow stronger and come together, 

or stand ignorantly apart?

Will you vote for a failed party,

or vote to save this nation’s heart?

Sincerely signed,

You told me about your demons,

your long dark years

plenty of monotonous days without meaning.

You said you were messed up,

incapable to feel, incapable to love.

I should have run away

but I urged to stay next to you.

You, such a fascinating creature!

Suddenly, madness took me,

Imagine, what if you love yourself that way.

You won't need any validation and you won't have any expectations.

Nothing to hurt you and nothing to be disappointed about.

You'll be one hell of a happy and contented soul.

and so these entries are nothing

more than journals of thought;

Abstract and Hard to Obtain

Tingle my Finger Tips

I search for a way to Explain

They push against my Head

I can overcome the pain

If and Only if

My heart still remembers the way your face would light up at the sound and lyrical genius of it.

I miss those moments,

I miss calling you mine,