dealing with why has been happening in America during the second Trump administration has been more than difficult, it has been debilitating. The more I red, the more I dig, the more I understand the bigger picture, the more disappointed I have become. If
We said,
When I was young,
Too uninformed to realize
It was all a scam.
When was the moment
That truth came through,
Showed me the ugliness,
The lies and the greed,
The plan made transparent?
Not until now.
True revelation.
I weep, now an old woman,
For all the hope I have felt,
For so long now. Naive much?
The belief that kindness and love could change the world.
My ex was right on one thing.
I have been a Pollyanna.
Thinking love could change the world.
There will never be peace.
Mother Earth has had enough.
The future ahead, well it
Belongs to the ones with the money.
The rest of us are expendable.
We are the women, the old, the infirm, the “others”,
They want us all gone,
Quickly, quietly, we are
Impediments to the limited resources in a world soon diminished.
The only satisfaction I feel is that they don’t understand,
They can’t save themselves either.
Mother Earth will take them too.
There are no exemptions for death.
Money has no power to that gatekeeper.
Their souls are wilted.
Starved of the essentials
Of empathy, of compassion, of truth.
“Me, me, me.”
They all make me sick.
We never had a chance.
We’ve been deceived.
We’ve been played.
The future was always theirs.
Though it be wrong,
Here is my wish:
May their remaining days be filled with obstacle after obstacle to fulfilling their evil plans.
May their sleep be overrun with night terrors.
May their children desert them. May their loved ones look at them with the disgust they deserve.
May they one day suffer the fear and loss of hope that so many feel today.
May they one day face justice, even given the due process they have denied others.
And as they die, may they finally understand
That hate never makes anything “greater.”
Love was always the key,
Equality and Justice were waiting on the other side,
The door was opening, wider and wider,
They slammed it shut.
Now bolted.
May they rest in turmoil.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-06-30 at 20:33
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Clarity
The future is oursWe said,
When I was young,
Too uninformed to realize
It was all a scam.
When was the moment
That truth came through,
Showed me the ugliness,
The lies and the greed,
The plan made transparent?
Not until now.
True revelation.
I weep, now an old woman,
For all the hope I have felt,
For so long now. Naive much?
The belief that kindness and love could change the world.
My ex was right on one thing.
I have been a Pollyanna.
Thinking love could change the world.
There will never be peace.
Mother Earth has had enough.
The future ahead, well it
Belongs to the ones with the money.
The rest of us are expendable.
We are the women, the old, the infirm, the “others”,
They want us all gone,
Quickly, quietly, we are
Impediments to the limited resources in a world soon diminished.
The only satisfaction I feel is that they don’t understand,
They can’t save themselves either.
Mother Earth will take them too.
There are no exemptions for death.
Money has no power to that gatekeeper.
Their souls are wilted.
Starved of the essentials
Of empathy, of compassion, of truth.
“Me, me, me.”
They all make me sick.
We never had a chance.
We’ve been deceived.
We’ve been played.
The future was always theirs.
Though it be wrong,
Here is my wish:
May their remaining days be filled with obstacle after obstacle to fulfilling their evil plans.
May their sleep be overrun with night terrors.
May their children desert them. May their loved ones look at them with the disgust they deserve.
May they one day suffer the fear and loss of hope that so many feel today.
May they one day face justice, even given the due process they have denied others.
And as they die, may they finally understand
That hate never makes anything “greater.”
Love was always the key,
Equality and Justice were waiting on the other side,
The door was opening, wider and wider,
They slammed it shut.
Now bolted.
May they rest in turmoil.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 59 times
Written on 2025-06-30 at 20:33
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