Politics (Page 3)

The United States Declaration of Independence, lying on a wooden table, with an American flag casually draped across the table above it.

Liberty (article)

Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.

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A diverse group of people wait in line to vote at a local polling location.

One. (article)

After the last vote has been cast and the election is decided, the real work begins.

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A photo composite of vintage punk vinyl album sleeves from the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Fall, Savage Republic, and Dead Kennedys. The overlayed image contains the silhouette of a spike-haired punk rocker jumping with one leg in front and the other bent backward at the knee. Overall the finished piece is red, orange, yellow, and black with elements that obscure the LP art behind it.

To me, punk is love. (thoughts)

We stand up, shout out, punch up, and don’t punch out until the message is heard loud and clear.

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The US Capitol building dome is aglow as the sun sets for the evening. The blue sky is partially covered by purple and pink clouds colored by the setting sun. Shot from the water across from the halls of Congress.

It’s a con job (a consistent poem)

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

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A stork and gulls sit atop the rubbish in a public landfill.

A Mother’s Day (a poem)

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

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An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.

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The cross atop a church is visible as it rises above a dark, block wall with barbed wire across the top, in the foreground.

Justification (thoughts)

If we use immoral means to achieve peace,
will we ever truly have it?

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A close-up of a sinister-looking man's face, with cracked skin and purple-blue eyes.

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.

Fear makes people see things.

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A blue scrap of paper held in a clothespin says Transform Old Ways (Image: Artur Szczybylo)

Steps to being a better human (thoughts)

I never said it would be easy.

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burning orange candles close up (Image: Ivan Kmit)

We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.

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Fear (an anaphoric poem)

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