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The Heartbeats of America Are Yet Votes

August 31, 2016

Citizens growl, “Make America great again.”
I stand firm and claim, “America is great.”
Answering those who shout, “What makes America great,”
I ask “What is America?”
“What had a Founding Father to say?”
“What is this great country we have today?”
“A Republic, if you can keep it,”
Benjamin Franklin stated then,
At the dawn of a nation
And ever near an end.

– Matthew Sawyer

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Rights and Privileges

August 22, 2016

Black, white, green apples and red licorice,
We all have rights.
Only wealth buys privilege.
Well, that and sex.
So if some guy or gal gets more than you,
He or she suffers less than you,
And he and she truly offers no more worth than yourself,
You are denied rights and not so poor to be restricted privilege.
Rights are not minted and cannot be locked in vaults.
Rights are all with which everyone is born.
And all that is worth to be taken away.

 – Matthew Sawyer

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Rooted Evil

August 20, 2016

It’s Not About Black Versus White
It’s Not About Democrats Versus Republicans
It’s Not About Men Versus Women
It’s Not About Old Versus Young
It’s Not About Me Versus You

It’s About Money
It’s About Money Spent On Power
It’s About Greed
It’s About Greed In Power

– Matthew Sawyer

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An Educated Racist

August 20, 2016

I think everyone has heard this,
Everybody knows,
It’s okay to be stupid and afraid.
You have every blue-blooded human right.
But know what you fear.
Learn the reason why.
And you will stop being stupid
Then you won’t be afraid.

– Matthew Sawyer

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Perfection in Balance

July 30, 2016

Let’s all be Goldilocks.

Let’s all at once crawl into that little girl’s head.

She’s not looking for vague extremes.

And neither are we.

Oh, no, she wants everything just right.

Perfect.

Let’s make it perfect.

 – Matthew Sawyer
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Man of Vowels

July 17, 2016

He lost his hand
There in the sand
Lost because a game he plays
That man with one hand.

Does he raise hell?
Does he raise the dead?
Does he take bad dreams
And put them to bed?

Soneone must follow him
Leave for us a hint
Trinkets that might reflect light
A trail of needles and pins.

He sleeps alone
So who would know
If he stays in his room
Or where does he go.

Listen for a grunt
Hear the furniture he bumps
We will know what is true
We will discover his stunts.

 -Matthew Sawyer

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Positive Reinforcement

March 2, 2015

Positive Reinforcement
Mr. Binger

“Be a good boy,” his mother told him. “Eat all your food.”

“I’m a good boy,” he says and he eats.

“I’m a good boy,” he says and he eats some more.

“I’m a good boy,” he says then he pats his big belly

And he feel sick to his tummy.

He feels sick in his head.

He waves his arms and he cries,

“I’m sick of being a good boy.”

Then he kills a cat.

“On accident,” he claims.

People give him sympathy.

Then he is given more to eat.

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