Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I’ve always been a fan of your musings. This one does not disappoint. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you for sharing your musings with us!
Life comes without a safety net. To think that we have control is an illusion. But everyone of us has a reliable inner compass knowing what’s right or wrong and guiding us. It’s called intuition, and we can trust it. It’s your tour guide while climbing mountains. It won’t lead you astray.

The first line is amazing, gripping. The rest of the poem builds well. I’m a minimalist. The first line can hold its own.
Regards James

Chère F.,
I don’t wonder/care why your.work resonates so deep with me; I am happy that it does.
This is another one to be grateful for.

I am sure you are familiar with the: use it or lose it thing?
It’s not applicable for muscles alone! I truly believe that.
My wish for you is to use it a lot!
Warm greetings, Gus

A though provoking piece! Well done, Fia! “)

dont think about … keep fighting

The world needs fighters who will stand for things that are right. Of course you get tired, but if the spirit is strong, the strength will come.

Appreciate you cuz.

Damian

Thanks for the update, Fia. Appreciate you cuz.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend, spitting some facts as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim….there isn’t much anyone can do to get democracy back to its original intention.Still, if we don’t keep writing about it,as you have here,then who will?
The old adage, ‘you get the government you deserve’ seems to playing out across all western democracies but especially so in USA where only money matters.
It’s taken a long time for the dollars and the bastards to get absolute power…they will never surrender it.
I’m still smiling and won’t let them grind me down.
Cheers mate.

Thank you for speaking true and honest words in a world attacking the foundations of democracy more than ever before, Tim¡

Pretty much whatever they say to get elected is bullshit. All are guilty, too. There is no good politician in the higher echelons. I guess they can’t really be anymore. Too much chaos in all parties and at all desks. And yes, money is the controller.
We can hope for improvement all we want. There will never be, again. Just less bad, if we are lucky.

Well delivered message, Tim.

Sharp teeth in a suit, and still the poem doesn’t flinch—love how you chew the rot of politics without losing your voice.
The grit of truth bites, but you carry it kindly, like a warning whispered in a smoky bar.

Tim, you wrote the reality of the rot that is infecting America and much of the world with penetrating clarity and articulated poetically the shroud we are enveloped in. Truly a great poem about our dark time.

John