by Rick Young | Aug 4, 2020 | Poem
A big bomb in Beirut, on a big day, to boot.
And California’s burning because of diesel soot.
Isaias will not hit New York in its long passage north.
The TikTok thing is just the king’s distraction (44th).
Coronavirus aid is being transferred to the rich.
Portia had to come out and say Ellen’s not a bitch.
Cops in Colorado put a six-year-old face-down.
This is not the best time to hot air balloon around.
Man rescued from a desert island, wrote out S O S.
To children forced back into school, all we can say’s, god bless.
Jared’s falling deeper into feckless fall guy hole.
The king’s Axios comedy revealed he has no soul.
Senior dog food, Vogue masks, and, bye-bye, Ford CEO.
While feds threaten the Covid bucks aimed for the Navajo.
Juan Carlos is now on the run from Saudi money news.
And tattered tweets seep down dark deep:
The Mail-In Ballot Blues.
by Rick Young | Aug 4, 2020 | Song
Well, I woke to see fed troops
In camo clashing,
in a downtown Portland street.
There were children chanting
and mothers marching
And protestors being beat.
There were blunt munitions
being fired
and tear gas on the breeze.
Look at Law and Order on the loose
In the twenty-first century.
Look at Law and Order on the loose
In the twenty-first century.
I was running from their vicious clubbing;
they had pepper sprayed my eyes.
I was out to seek a sane world,
penetrating all the lies.
This was a land splaying blue and red
And with tension getting high.
I was thinking about what
our leader said
and just knowing it was a lie.
Thinking about what
our leader said,
I was sure that it was a lie.
Well, I saw a number
of my brothers, sisters,
being thrown in unmarked vans.
There were people crying
projectiles flying,
It was all way out of hand.
It’s not a dream, no, not a dream
Op Legend had begun.
They were testing out
a desperate despot’s scheme:
Hide the flag behind the gun.
Overwhelmed by evil Silver greed,
Democracy on the run.
