If only the sun

could burn compassion

into his orange tinged skin.

~

No amount of heat

has any chance of melting

his Antarctic indifference.

Is it his intent

to break Federalism?

Seems he’s off to a great start…

~

 Autocracy is

that to which he aspires –

one embodied by liars.

If only the rain

could wash that man right out of

our nation’s beleaguered hair.

~

Even once removed,

his orange stain will remain

like Cheeto stained finger tips.

Does this rainy chill

make global warming a lie?

Liars would have it so.

~

Some of us believe

what we want to believe, slant,

twist, and prune facts to that end.

Lately we’re singing,

“Where , oh where has caring gone

four long years passing?”

~

 A damned long sentence

this nation has had to pull

for the crime of apathy.

Rainy afternoons

fail to dampen the spirit;

same can’t be said of clothing.

~

  Gentle falling rain,

clothes dryers, and the lilting

 song of birds keep us serene.

Should weighing what is

dispensable versus who

even be put on a scale?

~

“Death panels are bad!”

“Let the virus kill the weak!”

How do these statements balance?

What have we become

when reopening we ask ,

“What’s ‘acceptable loss’?

~

Are we willing to

lose our humanity for

a monetary profit?