WHISKEY & RAGE

2016 is best summed up for me in this piece - dedicated to my PTSD after the U.S. Election
WHISKEY AND RAGE
They were the fuel for the words on this page
You can’t sell me that orange is the new black
Chuckie in a suit and he doesn’t have me chuckling
Eight years of greatness should have elevated us to another plane
Instead we time travel back to the bad old days
‘Merica not so beautiful
Feel the pain
It makes me want to shed my skin
His story….  It isn’t the true story…
You can white wash it like that historic White House all day long
It still won’t make it true
What is United in those States right now?
HATE AND FEAR
Scared ignorant people grasping for a world void of any colour or diversity
In his own words he prophesized how he would manipulate the masses and did just that
They signed up willingly so blindly devoted to this thin-skinned wannabe
He who is bound to make a horrific chapter in history
Where to go from here?
There is no-where but UP
Mourn
Be Angry
Cry
Yell and Scream if you must
But tomorrow…
Tomorrow we must rise
Unite
Find the love that exists among us that do not accept this as our fate
Or what has it all been for?
Hate can go ahead and burn
Let that hate burn to the ground but don’t allow it to take us down
Rise
Rise from the ashes of this mess
When a 10 year old in rural Canada is worried about a coward building a wall
We rise for him
We rise for us all
We rise together to fight for all that is right
No Daddy-made-millionaire is going to stop me
It may be RAGE that inspires me to take up this fight
The fight for what is right