Oval Circus, a poem.
The false king,
in the oval circus vested
the wisdom from his jester
of his buffoon, discernment.
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Countless clowns,
upside down crosses
the false king
amok runs his horses.
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Puppets and pawns ignore disbelief
the circus on fire
the tarp breaks apart
the herald, breathes fire.
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Paupers and peasants
observe with regret
the noise becomes louder
a voice screams, you’re jested!
In God’s Image – A poetic Rant
When you call out inclusion, I am insulted; I believe I am a part already.
When you want to lower standards for me, I am underrated; I have high standards.
How can there be equality when I am being set apart as being different or less than by the same policies that claim equity?
Your policies are intended to keep me down, but I have never seen myself as a victim.
I am made in the image of God, and in God I trust.
Inkspeare 