Because you have watched and done nothing

There is a pandemic

One of ignorance and one of cowardice

How many times will it take?

Before the mob pushes you to the precipice?

The fight for freedom in your name’s sake?

You cannot lead successfully

That of which you hate

They resort by controlling the narrative

For those they would subjugate

If you indulge in threats of violence

You incite hatred and you incite fear

Only consumed by the impoverished minds

A failed academic and failed moral education that is clear

So if you stand by and watch

Say nothing to reject the fiction

A different reality is created

Around a falsely presented affliction

What is left after the submission?

A misplaced trust has taken place

Because you have watched and done nothing

You’ll likely receive a boot in the face

DCG

Father Time is undefeated

Stuck in the past?

Lived a life already gone yet?

Again to relive?

What had taken so long to forget?

Can’t help it

Caught in this mess

Turning away only helps for a bit

But sooner or later

Gotta make good on your wit

Unprocessed trauma

Runs silent runs deep

Not much to discover

When it’s held in its keep

Father Time is undefeated

DCG

Woke Supremacy

Woke superiority

Western culture in decay

If you hate your country so much

Than why indeed do you stay?

You give up on any argument

You cannot support your views

You attack, censor, and intimidate

Subvert and control the biased news

The cult conspires around the cauldron

Shouting confections of misery and hate

Swearing allegiance to a philosophy

That cannot win any logical debate

The woke supremacy you tout

Avoids the predicates you create

In the court of public opinion

You capitalize on feelings, manipulate and conflate

You might ensnare the weak-minded

Rest assured of what you berate

The irony of the absurdity you follow

Is seeded in your fate

DCG

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

The culture war has taken casualties

The polarization begets the tribal identity

When adults emerge as adolescents

They adopt the bully proclivity

Educated people

No longer freely think

Standing on the partisan line

Espousing talking points written in the party ink

Much like a cult

This tribe shuts down the mind

That questions any divergent motives

Of any differing kind

Analogous to an invasion

The body snatchers improvise

With mob rule pravado

Those against them they disenfranchise

The child on the playground is bullied

The adult in the world also confess

Not much changes

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

Only logic, reason and ethics

Can combat the folly at play

Debate must be encouraged

If we intend to square this away

DCG

Are we not compromised?

Can our reasoning be corrupt?

Can we hold politicians accountable?

Only if we can interrupt?

An entitlement class

The collective Socialist dream

Producers in a society produce

While those who only take is a right that they deem

The inflated ego

Exempt themselves from the law

Self interest the temptation

They manifest their own moral downfall

The accolades of celebrity

The seduction of mass delusion

The “no fault of mine” bubble

Is the result of their conclusion

DCG

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

My Johari window is open for me to see

A glimpse of my reality

What are the chances I will change how I’ll be?

It’s hard to perceive your self correctly

In the shadow of your own ego

The defenses we erect to protect us

Are hidden deep and will seldom ever show

Personal objectivity is a utopian concept

Yet it is still a celebrated goal

It takes great effort and great discipline

For us to master the soul

The commoner or the sage

All have fortuitous opportunities

Align with what you value

Align with no disunities

Authenticity carries heavy weight

How we act is subject to review

To improve upon your character

Is clearly something we should pursue

Self-Reflection

Self-Reflection

The razors edge

To better myself

I’ve made this pledge

The search to improve myself

On the lessons of my life lived

Can benefit me

On the perspective that it gives

Yet I’m chasing a ghost

When I dwell on the past

I no longer serve myself

As the cost is vast

You heal from wounds

Not by attaching to the grief

Reliving a memory over and over again

There is no relief

One must move forward

I must create a new me

Build upon a new foundation

On how I intend to be

DCG

Intend to become Professed

A life with the good and the bad

Forgive that which is broken

We must take all into account

Censure that which is unspoken

Awaken from your slumber

Another day is here

Get on with the work

There is nothing to fear

Learn to take control

Choose that which is best

Do not repeat the past

If indeed you want to attest

Break from the prison

From which you are in

Don’t relive the life gone by

The intellectual shackles from where you’ve been

The struggle is real

Learn from your unrest

Deliver yourself from disinterest

Intend to become professed

DCG

When the damage is Done

We make choices

You can’t redo what has been done

Whether you lose the trust

Or whether you’ve won

We all have challenges

Some are better off than me

They don’t feel the pain like I do

Somethings they won’t ever have to see

Some will never get it

Some may never take into account

The failures of their inaction

The pendulum swings from surmount to discount

I know this is a hard conversation

In family one must work through blame

Get beyond the emotion

Get beyond the shame

What strikes me hardest

Is an unwillingness to directly address

Ones own personal connections

Why we deny and why we do not profess

This takes courage

This takes nerve

Some may learn to overcome their weaknesses

Some will just only serve

DCG

The Compunction of my Error

Growing pains are a certainty

On which we cannot deny

Only time tested strategies

Are likely to apply

You can’t blame your family

For the lessons they don’t teach

It is up to you

As you do when you learn to reach

So when that voice from within

Compels me to reflect

On things that cause me discomfort

For things I’ve done I’d ought to reject

It is for this reason

Why we should forgive

We are not infallible beings

As this is how I see fit to live

DCG