The Verdict is In…

This is a re-post. I wrote the following, the night of the Trump Inauguration, and I was not feeling too well about the future. That feeling has not gone away, and in fact, it is just getting worse. “Stand up and stick up for each other…”

Inauguration 2017

An overwhelming sense of foreboding
that only time will tell;
Will we be sucked into darkness
and follow the hordes to hell?

Or will we, with vigilance and conscience,
look around us with far seeing eyes?
Will we walk with heads raised and ears listening,
and filter the truth from the lies?

Will we brook no abuse or mistreatment,
find our voice and speak out where we should?
Will we stand up and stick up for each other,
and become our own change for the good?

If we tuck hands in pockets and lay our heads low,
we have only ourselves to blame.
Though the die is cast and settled,
doesn’t mean it’s the end of the game.

© L. Rose (Jan. 20, 2017)

The Bottom Line

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Eyes only on the bottom-line
we seek to build, but not refine
for profit’s sake, we play with lives
with silicon brains, traces, and wires

we’ve lost the art of doing well
for dollars do we deal with hell
tomorrows children will forever pay
for the choices that we make today

© L. Rose (2/27/17)

Originally written in response to self-driving cars, I am now thinking about Net Neutrality and the pending Sinclair and Tribune merger (MB Docket 17-179). Net Neutrality is a good thing for consumers – Getting rid of it, or changing it is a good thing for profit mongers. The Sinclair deal going through would allow the company an unfair monopoly over broadcast networks and give their agenda a majority exposure to U.S. Homes.

To learn more oppose the Sinclair/Tribune merger
Sinclair and Tribune, MB Docket 17-179 – locate and click on + Express link

To learn more about Net Neturality
from the FCC’s perspective (read carefully, and read between the lines – you’ve got to do your homework on this)

Quill

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Freeimages.com/asafesh

Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –

a new country is born.

Scratch, splotch, by dim light’s glow,
the words, ideas, and the fanfare grows.
On a page are scrawled a nations notes

and an anthem’s scored.

Scritch, drip, by sun’s bright shine,
we feel the love from a dreamer’s rhyme,
recorded carefully line by line,

penned on a summer morn.

Scratch and scratch, by the warm hearth fire
a man is hunched, over words inspired,
which live and breathe thru the test of time

and Juliet we mourn.

Scritch, and scratch, while cannons rage,
in a modest room, words across a page,
a thoughtful man frees a race of slaves

and ends a violent war.

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© L. Rose

via Daily Prompt: Quill

Sunny

Photo by Linda Rose
Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,
and woosh the clouds away,
if only for a moment;
give me just one day.

It’s not the rain I mind at all;
it’s the volume and the gray.
Amidst these drops of rain I see,
I crave a sunny day.

© L. Rose

via Daily Prompt: Sunny