RESISTANCE POETRY

This is a very dangerous time in history, as a traitorous administration, full of corruption, immorality, racism, and hatred, threatens to undermine the Constitution. Theirs is not the American way of life that our founders sought to establish and that hundreds of thousands died to preserve. The works on this page add my voice to the resistance and a return to the American values that I grew up with. This administration must go, and it must be soon, or America will be forever changed in ways that may never be reversed.

After the Murder of Alex Pretti

When you are brainless,
you toe the party line,
thinking it helps you
to support those in power.

When you are moralless,
you lie in the face of every truth,
trying to convince everyone
how stupid they are.

When you are heartless,
you terrorize children and families,
label adults domestic terrorists,
for recording your transgressions.

When you are scrupleless,
you manhandle citizens,
beat them on the ground, kill as
they drive away or lay defenseless.

When you are consciousless,
you walk away on your cell phone,
search a body for a holstered gun,
go about life as others mourn.

Having likely never loved,
or been loved in your sorry,
pathetic life, you survive
until the day you are cast aside.

Betrayed, hurt, and alone,
shunned by fellow Americans,
you still won't understand
what you did that was so wrong.

Unenlightened, you will die.
and we, wondering just a moment
if we should feel differently—
we will rejoice.

I've imagined how to fix things.

I've imagined a plan, too.

But I can't tell anyone.

If word were to get out

It might disappoint you

What I've been thinking

But the cancer has to go

And all things around it,

Or we won't be safe.

I'm not a bad person,

But the cancer will kill us all

If I, and you, don't kill it first.

I don't like how the cancer

Makes me think and feel,

And I'm struggling to be kind.

Doing nothing implies I'm fine,

We're fine, with the cancer

And what it's doing.But I'm not. You, either, right?

We're dying for a cure, hoping

Someone will do something soon.

It's not my nature to be bad,

Yours, either, I know,

But we may have to be.

I don't want to live like this.

Remember me kindly, Lord,

For what I may need to do.

If I can figure out the execution,

I'll do it, for everyone, so we all

Can once again live cancer free.

Curing the Cancer
"The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty." (John Adams)

Unseeing Eyes

How do some people find it so easy
To lie about everything?

How do others find it so easy
To believe so much?

Why do they let lies
Make them doubt their eyes,
Not see what's in front of them

(Truth is real.)

Why do they let lies
Throw them into the darkness
Into a world without color?

(Truth is light.)

Why do they let lies
Send them into deep despair,
Keep them from being happy?

(Truth is joy.)

Why do they let lies
Bind them, trap them,
Keep them from who they really are?

(Truth is freedom.)

Why do they let lies
Invade their hearts so deeply
That hate is all they feel?

(Truth is love.)

Why do they let lies
Overpower everything in life
So that they care so little?

(Truth matters.)

How will they emerg
From darkness,
From despair,
From chains,
From hate,
From apathy?

When will they open their eyes,
See the lies for what they are,
Understand that truth is all?

Fourth of July 2025

What is the price of life,

Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

For some, growing pains,

Ordinary people doing their best,

Standing up to tyranny by

Declaring independence, establishing a new nation.

For some, the ultimate sacrifice, fighting

For independence from Great Britain,

In Civil War to preserve the Union,

In world wars to preserve a way of life.

For some, actions, marches, and protests,

In the face of racism and cruelty,

Efforts to make life better for their families

With rights they would not live to enjoy.

Today, we fight against people

We didn't expect to have to fight,

A president, and others blindly following,

Trying to change who we are,

what our ancestors fought to establish and keep.

Unending lies, hatred, and deceit,

Meanness, bullying, and cruelty

To degrees seen in the most notorious

Dictators of the past who despised

Their people–the poor, the lame, the wretched, the Jews.

For us, on the day we should celebrate

The birth of our country and how we shine in the world,

Our independence, our Constitution, our Bill of Rights,

How can we with any conviction

That the pains of the past are the joys of today?

Separate the politics, they say.

The country is fine, they say.

But I can't see through the tears

As I drive a main street in Connecticut

By dozens of flags cradled on utility poles.

I'm ashamed and embarrassed

At what we've become, at what's being taken

from us, at our destruction from within.

So if I celebrate the Fourth of July,

What am I celebrating?

Separate the politics; the country is fine.

I can't do that. I don't believe it.

This is my struggle.

I don't yet know the price,

But it will at least be my broken heart.

My America is Dying

When I think about dying, now and again,

Mostly in the black of night, laying awake in the silence,

The darkness wraps me up, growing tighter and tighter

Around my chest, squeezing it like a vice,

So that breathing is nearly an impossible struggle.

My tears flow in my deep despair.

When I think about America, every single day,

In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening,

It's the same as thinking about dying,

About non-existence, about disappearing,

Helplessness in a seemingly impossible struggle.

My tears flow in my deep despair.

There's nothing funny about what's happening;

I despise the late-night talk show hosts,

Their constant stream of opening monologue jokes

Doing little to change the desperation I feel

About the intense hate the president feels for everyone.

My tears flow in my deep despair.

There's nothing funny in social media memes

That call out the devil in the oval office,

His cabinet and congressional minions,

Blindly loyal and eager to please the anti-Christ,

Caring little for the well-being of their fellow Americans.