The Johnny Depp case drags on. Has anyone else noticed that Amber has answered so many questions other than the ones actually asked, that even the court officers refer to her as “Misheard?”
It is the way it is
It can be no other way
It is the thing I remember
So nobody else can contrary say
The world is as I perceive it
The rest of you are wrong
So just surrender and do my way
And I’m sure we’ll get along
Padre
Under scrutiny
In the spotlight
Questions leading and oft inane
Prompting speculations
Theories quite insane
Fingers pointing
Seeking someone to blame
Padre
Left behind
Out of mind
Set aside
And forgotten
Once important
No longer dear
Yesterday’s realm
As if rotten
Why do we act this way
Abandoning things of our past?
Is it because of culture throw away
Where nothing is meant to last?
Padre
Guided and protected by the power unseen
They still insisted on being given a king
To be like all others
Not set apart
Living by image and not by heart
Are we much different than those of old
Sadly I think not, if truth be told
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Padre
I Samuel 8
There are those that make a stand
For causes and for reasons they don’t understand
The hysteria of the moment
The movement that’s “in”
Everyone else seems to be doing it
And such reasons akin
Do they stop for a moment,
Consider the cause?
Or do they rush in,
No matter the flaws?
Let us pause to consider
The things we endorse
So sometime in the future
We won’t look back with remorse
Padre
When the Boomers refused to go to war
And live a culture counter
Did they know what was in store?
Each successive generation shirking tradition
To do their own thing
Look at where its landed us
And what it did bring
Greed and “Me” culture
Gratification instant –
Waiting they abhor
Perhaps the Gen Zs
With the planet they aim to save
May a new direction
For the rest of us now pave
Padre
Left behind in its same old place
No new journeys now to face
Once the pride, now an eyesore
Not really much use anymore
This is the way we deal with things
But when we do it to each other
It really stings
Padre
I met a they the other day
They was labelled a “she” but wasn’t happy that way
“They was” isn’t correct, I hear you say
But if they is a singular – it must work that way
Don’t get me wrong – I’m happy to use
Whatever pronoun that you choose
It’s the grammar only that makes me wince
As our language suffers growing pains
As new views and agendas we evince
Padre
The problems are legion
Hard to believe
That the royals are lizards
And have us deceived
Conspiracy theories
From the moon to JFK
Bring out of the woodwork
Crazies having their say
Padre
Price gouging
Raking it in
Vendors getting fat
While times are thin
Panic buying
Of things in supply
No one really knows
The reason why
We just have to have it
Must go with the flow
All those in the queues
Surely must be in the know
Padre
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