He could be no prouder.. donning wig and powder.. Om a young aged genius in his work.. never self-involved as the earth revolved.. no corruption.. never seeking ‘perks’..
Care in mind to find under his wig and powder.. his dignity shows through as crowds got louder..
his assistant William X. Unger just five years younger.. would feel to think of places.. poems to song.. for each home a note.. not just for the vote.. a song of freedom where all sing along..
Om Ebenu dark-skinned it is true.. tragedy sought a moronic breast.. of discrimination.. a blight upon our nation.. Om saw what was needed.. saw it best..
William walked with Om.. first morning light as friends.. asked of poor.. or ‘common folk’.. spoke of happy ends..
Coming an election.. a challenger from sections.. of bejeweled perfumed and rarely clean..
true is morning’s dew.. all know a sky of blue.. one true thing accrued to any scene..
By a familiar fern where Om felt change and turns.. of enormous need found in each home.. said
‘The best is nice.. steak is good but rice.. may leave gold to educate young heads.. challenger and more.. now pound upon my door.. a caravan of speeches found at fault.. I challenge him to show.. or portend to know.. anything newer to life than salt’..
Om thought a little more.. with William at the shore.. of each second to come for always.. thoughts of the challenge whore.. who would repeat before.. when primal greed corrupted living days..
Just to lose the fear.. Om felt behind a tear.. try yourself.. what else would you do?.. make nothing in a lie?.. it will not satisfy.. until you reach the banks of ‘River True’..
To mirror unique in a love of you..
Thought for this day.. In such a land where voters may choose.. I would be loath to elect another who has a smile which does not touch his eyes.. I would challenge such a person to offer a plan which has not failed in history.. doing the same type of thing.. duplicity in manipulative extortion.. I say we give ourselves a chance.. I would trade all legislation for our Bill of Rights.. those first laws that address who we are.. not a way to attempt control of the uncontrollable.. Peace Tony
Kudos to the California legislator who said.. ‘our job as politicians is to protect our constituents from the harsh realities of life’.. (c.2008) I will research his name for proper credit.. Peace T.