Misrule by those supposed to be right
Who chose to do wrong and deny everything
This Twitter-spite I call die Twitlerzeit
But some say it could be over soon
If so I know I would be over the moon
Though I never got over anything
But that was before after all we go through
Time for a little variety
Out of the night of die Twitlerzeit into
Insight without Twitter-spite in sight
Of the light of reason if it could be true
Reason in season would be the thing
That could bring me hope bring about a moodswing
From this downward trajectory of
Dejectedness out of a time without love
Rejecting what is disrespecting me
And maybe you too reflecting something new
Expecting something better than this
A little respect should be obvious
May we all be taken by surprise someday
When all the lies have fallen away
To wake up to an unexpected ending
That could end up beginning transcending
Beginning the mending of society
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Love ya!
Jane