ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born December 31, 1946.
The air was still thick with the substance
of the souls incinerated at Nagasaki... Auschwitz.
I
STOPPED
BREATHING.
Cold and blue... A nurse found me.
I'm told she panicked... Grabbed me.
Then she ran for help... She saved me.
The panic and jostling aroused me
to return to this madworld around me.
I heard she was fired for the impropriety.
SO I'M STILL HERE...
Still struggling... and now old.
Yet I still can't fit your desperate earthly mold.
My doctor said I got Hep-C.
(Probably got in the military)
I was certain that this would be the end of me.
I went on "chemo" & travelled the country
to say my last goodbyes to family.
But, sorry to say, this is not the end of me.
To my great consternation & irony...
Obama signed HR 1540 on my birth anniversary
and my country died instead of me.
Where money, and power, are treated specially,
Where government crime threatens liberty,
Bringing looming clouds of legal reformity...
We must never forget our nation's destiny...
Forfeiting access to justice... Equally...
For what will be left to us but tyranny.
So if you feel the need to judge me...
TRY... NOT... BREATHING.
You don't have to understand me.
So take a deep breath... GET A LIFE.
Until death comes to claim me...
there is nothing you can do to change me.
Then you can go back to your
Auschwitz, Hiroshima, Nagasaki,
Deceptions and various "Shades of Inhumanity".
FOR THAT IS YOUR WORLD.
It is no part of me.
Regardless of what "Obamamedia" is telling you the streets are full of begging refugees of Clinton/Bush/Obama policies.
Entire homeless families, workers, college graduates.
You try to ignore them because you know you will be out there next so I made a pan handler sign for you. Good luck.