“ The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.” – Robert Frost
”A gentle reminder that all we are aiming for here is stricter gun laws that make it harder for people to get guns (because it shouldn’t be easier than getting a driver’s license) and the removal of Military Grade Weapons from Civilian Society.” – Emma Gonzalez
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Back to School
The lazy days of building castles in the sand
Are melting into memories, those castles
Tossed by waves, without a trace
A trip to the store, or commercial bombardment
Reminds everyone, a new school year is not far away
In years, and decades past, visions of new shoes,
Dresses, pants, shoes, and backpack were deemed essential
Somethings never change, alas, they have
With the standard supplies added to the shopping cart
Thoughts turn to the avant-guard in school couture.
A nation turns to uniforms of BODY ARMOR
In hopes, their children make it home from school
Trump, Moscow Mitch, G.O.P., N.R.A., Corporations, Mainstream Media,
Dems, who have sold out to big money, they don’t care, your heart a gaping hole.
They won’t be there as you fondle your child’s clothing, planning a funeral
Nights filled with those final moments, and the cold remains
Captured on instant replay, they won’t hear you screaming
For one more moment, waking you from the nightmare that doesn’t end
The freezing numbness that shreds your aching soul
They wouldn’t know, one must have a soul to crush it
No need to plan graduations, college applications, future weddings, grandchildren…
There won’t be those faces around the table, calls with those we love
Replaced by capitalism’s greed with waking in the night
Screaming in the dark, in the middle of the day, arms empty and aching
Knowing our children are never coming home
In memory of those who have died in the hate shootings that terrorize a nation. Lives lost, families left with gaping holes where loved ones used to be. All in the name of dividing the country for profit and domination.
Bisous,
Léa
poetry, photos and musings oh my! 
I weep for the losses . . .
As do I. Unfortunately, tears are quickly disappated and the wounds linger on. We must hold the politicians and the corporations accountable.
Yes.
As do I. They’re getting harder and harder to take.
It was too much for me as I saw how things were going. Take care of yourself.
My home and family are my sanctuary.
It is necessary to have sanctuary, today, perhaps, more than ever? My family members each have four paws and two have very long tails. The boy’s tail is shorter and a bit split on the end. But they do their best to keep me out of trouble. My village is my extended family and they are wonderful. I am fortunate.
Your two companions sound lovely. The canine member of my family is friendly but lazy.
Actually, there are two divas, Colette and Simone and the newest member of the family was a gift last February and his name is Balzac. He is twice the size of Simone though barely one year old. Colette is half of Simone’s size but she is in charge. They do sleep a lot but are wonderful companions.
I like your companions’ literary names!
Well they do have their own blog and they are les chattes françaises. For most who read, the last names are not necessary. Alas, they have been rather negligent during the past few months… The human is merely the typist. Their blog began with Les deux divas but last February some friends deliverd us a gift, monsieur Balzac! He is a huge chat noir and a total love bug. Silly? Perhaps, but fun.
They sound lovely!
Thank you. I believe they are. They are excellent company.
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Thank you. I think they are pretty special.
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It’s starting to feel like watching the news during the Vietnam War era. Every day a new body count and on and on.
Only this war is domestic.