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September 9, 2025 Day 235 of Trumpageddon
STENCH
There is but one thing of real value--to cultivate truth and justice, and to live without anger in the midst of lying
and unjust men. Marcus Aurelius
Democracy turns to fascism
step by secret step.
Eat the rich people shout
but that won't stop
our demolished freedoms crumbling.
What legacies are we leaving?
Can you smell the stench of the lies?
In the morning I rise shaking.
Existential dread floods my chest.
I am not an immigrant.
I am married, and straight.
I am past child bearing age.
But I am afraid
and tremble for all.
What scam justice is this?
Do you smell the stench of his lies?
So I go to the rivers
and I go the trees.
I pray to the stars
and search for good omens.
I rise to protest
and sleep if I can.
I can smell the stench of their lies.
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prompt: Write a poem in the BOP form.
Gaian Tarot--15--Devil--Bindweed--Someone is playing power games,resulting in domination and control.
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