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Author: TriSec    Date: 04/03/2020 11:18:10

THERE ARE strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by those men who moil for gold.

Even stranger things done by your Loyal Trisec after three hours of fitful sleep.

Written at 2:51am on this day, 3 April 2020

The sun rises, yet it gives no light. It is bright without warmth.
The sullen headlines cry despair, yet the news is not new.
Every day feels like those places we used to read about.
Soviet, Eastern, Oppressive.

In the distant past, three weeks ago, we used to look at places and say
'Somebody is having it worse'. They say that about us now.
Work, once a chore, is now a fond memory.
Soon, a decent meal or a roof overhead may be memories, too.

How did our parents do it? My father has a boy's memory of war.
Eleven years old when Berlin fell.
Mum, just a babe in '42, still saved grandpa from the Cocoanut Grove.
Our lives pause for weeks and we complain.

My son was once a Freshman. His choice can't be done online.
No dorm can keep them; huddled homes the only place to go.
I saw shuttles explode, buildings collapse, and New Orleans drown.
These children have no reference.

There is no leadership. A rudderless state drifts with no purpose.
Fifty different responses where United States once stood.
Online only vitriol and the occasional word from Jesus.
We wait for the next day of damage control.


4 comments (Latest Comment: 04/03/2020 16:23:36 by livingonli)
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Comment by wickedpam on 04/03/2020 13:06:30

Tri so eloquently provided an example of people taking creative measures to express themselves during this madness. Think this is a better blog then what frivolous clickbaity thing I could have come up with.

Comment by livingonli on 04/03/2020 13:45:04
Good morning.

Comment by livingonli on 04/03/2020 16:21:53
RIP Bill Withers.

Comment by livingonli on 04/03/2020 16:23:36
And Happy Birthday to BobR.