Our country is in trouble and I’m so scared
To much hate around us, this isn’t fair
Shootings, global warming, Hate and greed
Sexism, racism right under our feet
How can we stop this
We don’t want another war
We need to help the homeless and poor
Our country is collapsing, being ripped and scorn
Losing freedom, how far will it go?
A Handmaid’s Tale, I don’t know.
I feel the world around me falling apart
It’s really breaking my heart
Can we fix this, instead of breaking apart?
We have to do good, we have to be smart
Religion shouldn’t matter, neither should sex
We’re all human beings after all
We may not make it after the fall
Damn the people who put us in this mess
Damn you for putting us in distress
You're killing our country one smashed law at a time
In the end our world won't be worth a dime
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Robert Kegel
I'm a rocker, a gamer, a romantic, a Dom, a hiker and l like camping. I'm a geek, who loves Sci-Fi/Fantasy, and technology. I'll try and write about a variety of topics ranging from relationship, tech and every day rants.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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