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When I was asked…‘Why do you wish to work for us? ‘My response…‘Give me a reason to want to! ‘Here’s another one…‘Where do you see yourself,In the next five years?My response…‘Not being interviewed,For a position I’m overqualified for! ‘And when test results were revealed…This was the exchange…‘You have done remarkably well.In fact,The position you most…

And let live as is.I want to feel this.Instead of visitations…From suppressed bitterness.I would like to forget,I have healed and moved on…With a peace of mind that within me sits.I would like to recognize it,Immediately.But something inside of me,Remembers the tears and the loneliness..And I ask myself this…‘Why is my love so deeply felt,And tested?…

Was the beginning of your unraveling.You used all of your institutions…To introduce my mental execution!To degrade my way of life,To enhance a current strife you now fight!I could delight!But your decadent way of interpretating might…Is too off track to laugh!What you have done is tragic and sad!Especially what you have done to those…Who chose to…

Once they have convinced themselves…That sitting on it,Makes little sense.That practice had lasted too long…With some appearing as if monuments.As others claimed they had evidence,To prove scarecrows can’t fly…They just sit making noises,As time goes by!While others from a different flock…Fall asleep,Awaiting the arrival of a gravy train.

They want you to feel uneasy,And threatened.Using this against you…As their most powerful weapon.To have you medicated,Enduring sleepless nights.To have you suspicous of your neighbor…Black, brown, red or white.They would like to whip you into a frenzy.Cowering to your knees.They would love to see you hypnotized!And frightened of the thought,Of losing your democracy!You know…The one…

Not to publicly acknowledge it when it’s done?Or the one preparing the deed believing what is done…Isn’t obvious because there is no reaction.At least not the reaction expected!Aren’t these cat and mouse games rehearsed in the womb?