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“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government …” Thomas Jefferson
Of privateers, corsairs, and buccaneers,
tales of derring-do,
no justice here,
self-serving thievery
a life of plunder and pillage
under the skull and thigh bones,
their fate by the winds
was wealth,
or, execution,
nowadays a fine
with spent conviction,
that’s how democracy goes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Oh yes indeed.
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Sometimes they’re the same thing.
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☆☆☆☆
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Thank you Cheryl, I think we all deserve a medal for surviving the dirtiest period of politics since democracy.
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It’s an irritating joke…
Good poem!
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Absolutely, if it were sand we’d produce pearls.
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SO true!
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no justice here, self-serving thievery– So very truth!!
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Sadly so Amy
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You say it, the way it is. It’s hard not to feel despair, at times.
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Yes, sad comment on the potential of the human mind.
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and the gap widens … big companies not taxed, middle man squeezed tighter! Tipping more below the poverty line …
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Anarchy will spike sometime.
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Ahhh sooo true Paul..so true..
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But, sadly so Mich, if only it weren’t true.
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True…
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Sadly so Luisa
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I’m sad with what’s happening but a beautiful poem, Paul.
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Thank you, yes, sad indeed, but I live in hope 🙂
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My pleasure, Paul. Me too.
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🙂
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Crime hasn’t changed, the punishment questionable.
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Yes, good point, we’ve accommodated or been forced to accept.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Charles
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Always my pleasure, My Friend!!
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A great poem
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Thank you Lyn
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