It's tough to maintain any sort of optimism, when we keep being bombarded with bad news. Another school year begun, most places, everyone gearing up for the serious business of life, after the supposed vacation time of summer. Mostly feeling "bah!" and "meh," myself.
The poem below the orange squggly dingbat reflects that. Please feel free to chime in with reactions, framed poetically or not.
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Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Sick of It All
“The land of the free, the home of the brave,”
A travesty, a sick joke.
Land of barbarous oligarchs, home of beaten-down peasants
Is more like it.
There are blood-pumping organs
But no hearts.
Rapists, thieves, murderers
But no soulful.
What does humanity mean
When the animal kingdom
Would be loath
To acknowledge our kinship.
We try to pretend
We're “above all that.”
Untethering ourselves
From our own home Earth.
“What fools these mortals be!
If there is any proper epitaph
For the silly naked apes
That's it, right there.
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