poem of the day May 12 

A patch of growing abandonment

ancient bridges on a broken highway

I see a landscape of tired old ghosts 

unable to rally their founding constitution

Tyrants now grow out of decay

like creeping trolls poisoning ivy

Not enough willingness to stop this madness

Misplaced morals and big money propaganda  

flood the endless air with misinformation  24/7

a bad combination able to control  inner righteousness 

I fear Our house is full of everything possible except democracy