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Importance of all lives should be the same
it never becoming reality is a shame
Integrity in every sport long ago died
denying it suggest you just lied

The mentally distraught are unjustly deemed crazy
procrastinate a euphemism for 'too damn lazy'
The facts expressed are hardly ever that
what's lost is always wear it was last at

Politicians could care less about society
self-serving is their ONLY priority
The United States is foreigners dream place
humans have fallen short of a humane race

Media is a sinister conduit inducing unhealthy stress
political correctness birthed an irreparable mess

I
If freedom was the choice to give,
A rogue the chieftain’s cap;
And then, in time, repeat my lack
I would give my freedom back
II
If freedom was the chance to walk
The streets of my home town;
But always fearful of attack
I would give my freedom back
III
If freedom was to join the sect
And wear the robes of pious men;
And then like wolves, run in a pack
I would give my freedom back
IV
If freedom was to rid myself
Of all that makes a moral man;
And torture men on board and rack
I would give my freedom back
V
If freedom was to kill and destroy
The lives of those I did not know;
And then be knighted for whack and whack
I would give my freedom back
VI
If freedom was to know the truth;
But lie and lie, to keep the form
And then receive a hero's plaque
I would give my freedom back
VII
If freedom was to be immune
From the desparate cries of suffering men
And in those places never crack
I would give my freedom back
VIII
But God, the Almighty is Freedom’s source
And no people hold its exclusive rights
For where Freedom reigns, there is no fear
Each man is born as Freedom’s heir

Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game
Survival was plain
nonsense he knew
So right on que
he the last one
swung on the gibbet
until his bones and flesh rotted.

Not letting race come between
accepting other peoples views
Befriending someone sight unseen
exercising your right to choose

Listening to the other side
forgiving others when its due
Letting go of stubborn pride
in hopes of starting things anew

Protesting for peoples rights
when they are different from you
Standing in the line all night
just hoping to pass through

Opening up your eyes to see
that our differences are far too few
We all bleed red both you and me
regardless of skin color or tattoo

With sustained winds of a-hundred-ninety-five mph
and gusts up to two-hundred-and-thirty-five,
it’s no wonder that so many people can’t
enjoy island life or, worse, are no longer alive.
Bodies in water, bodies on bridges,
bodies on side of road, die
everywhere, flesh rotting over
and under heaps of rubble, piled high.

Bodies impaled by floating debris,
as hidden under water it veers
fresh water salted by 5-meter ocean wall
and saline of human tears,
leaving thirst that reaches into
the infinite depths of sorrow’s abyss.
Too many are those that have seen
devastation as wide-spread as this.

Roads washed out, blocked by debris,
lights no longer brightly shining
electricity compromised or totally gone,
leaves dark clouds, no silver lining.
Food, clothing, shelter, all taken away.
Then, tropical low Zoraida stirred hot air.
Its blowing winds more rain delivered,
leaving citizens drowning in their despair.

Thankfulness for being alive now replaced
by constant worries about how to survive
with not only homes but cities destroyed
leaving no sustenance and no place dry.
As competition pits survivor against survivor,
marring the complexion of the human face
a nation awaits worldwide compassion
its love and its support and saving grace.

Bombs blow up children
rendering our futures grim.
Love-grown peace yields hope.

Romney's got a gun
Romney's got a gun
Sesame Street's come undone
Big Bird is on the run
What did Bird Bird do
Romney said this is your very last I.O.U.
They said when Romney was elected
They found him in the garbage can
Now Oscar lost his home
and the Count is in distress
Romney's said but nobody believes me
We're running up a massive debt
Debt! Debt! Debt! Debt!
Run away
Run away from the Mitt
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Run away
Run away from the Mitt
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Run away
Run away
Run awayayayayayaya
Romney's got a gun
Romney's got a gun
Sesame Street come undone
Every puppet is on the run

PEOPLE,
IT'S WELL PAST TIME,
MARIJUANA SHOULD BE LEGAL,

OUR NATION'S EMBLEM SHOULD'VE BEEN,
A POT LEAF,
INSTEAD OF AN EAGLE

It's buzzing all around us,
In a never-ending stream,
Electronically digitized transmissions,
And blinding fiber optic beams,

Messages, emails, texts,
TV and the like,
Radio, cellphones, computers,
Microwave saturation blight,

Bouncing off satellites,
Marauding thru outer space,
And it all passes thru us,
On it's highly charged race,

Technology is wondrous,
But what's the real cost?
I'm afraid one day soon,
Our brains won't be the boss,
Worship.......
the CURRENT.

Futbol or soccer, as you will,
By far most popular of all.
But in the States another sport,
Attention grabs of most each fall.

The tackles, blocks, the hits and shots,
So physical, this manly game.
Each Sunday bodies pay the toll,
Each Monday many come up lame.

Emotional investment's key,
Ev'ry fan loyal to their team,
As players try to execute,
What coaches on the sideline scheme.

Some go too far, they smash and burn,
In drunken, rabid revelry.
But most just cheer, high five and yell,
When their home team gains victory.

It's like no other, this I'll say,
Each yard a battle, tooth and nail.
That ball is just a marker as,
The strong and swift each play prevail.

Yes true, it's just a Yankee thing,
Though other's may well understand,
How swept up in the game we get,
As Football Fever sweeps the land.