A child brandished broom with courage purpose.. swordplay from royal centuries gone.. destroying sylphs of love for food and lodging .. escort tuxedoed steeds who bleed at dawn..
a chorus alcapella singing sermon.. peace in verse yet conflict torture known.. demons angels.. saints pointing at vermin.. for a God mysterious not shown.. hide you children clean ascended viewing.. soul secrets make one disappear.. dreams tossed on a path built from your dream plan.. laughter fun.. sweet melody to ear..
perfect look in looking glass who sparkles.. warm red feeling all around my soul..force me? horse of course me? better shared in love.. than pass to another’s dream control..
makes my brothers sisters tremble.. harmless yet exposed to law unjust.. express peace as in song and truth assemble.. to exercise your dream wet sweat on dust..
‘yeah.. today, as in many times past.. I saw an enormous amount of equipment allocated for a street/electric/plumbing job (it was not clear).. on a city project.. using a third party contractor.. unnecessary equipment in this basic scene is one way crooks steal your tax money.. in simple example.. they get money moving to pay for a job.. one given legitimacy under a contract.. then the ‘legal transfer’.. winds up as political fodder in charities that help no one.. in some cases.. the graft eventually winding up in control of a crooked politician.. or organized crime.. either way.. it still happens.. it is known.. in deceit alone.. it hurts us all.. it is infuriating when this goes on and innocent children must become.. or be mentored criminals for menial survival.. health and education hung as ripe fruit.. seen as unattainable for those ‘who will not try’.. as extortion and thieving greed.. engender shame and fear to replace honor and decency ‘..