It’s a whirling, swirling cesspool of power hungry, greed possessed individuals purporting to represent and fight for the liberty and rights of those who voted them into positions of great and small importance.
Circling towards the center vortex in pursuit of fame, fortune and control, just like a tornado or water spout, tsunami or cyclone. These forces collapse, leaving waste and debris in the wake of what began as good intentions, but becomes corrupted by the very power they seek. Leaving behind a cesspool of spoils reeking of lies, wrong doings and evil intent.
To clean the cesspool, it must be drained completely and refilled from the bottom up with fresh representatives. Then, it’s purity must be nurtured, protected and rewarded to instill and protect its integrity. Lest our leaders become nothing but a pond of dirty water once again that needs to be thrown out, once again.
As a child, I began to write. I fashioned myself to be the next Mark Twain or Hemingway. I constantly had pencil and paper, diaries and journals. I learned early on, to stop showing him my poetry and prose. My father told lies. His remarks snuffed out my confidence.
“You’ll never be a writer. Not possible!” He’d say, tossing my papers up in the air.
I’m now sixty-four years old and guess what? I’m not a Mark Twain or a Hemingway but I am, an author and a poet. Be careful telling someone what they can not be!