And remember (a #poem)

Sometimes the only thing that's left

is not right

but the past

that suddenly came instead

and won't last

as the charm that's now

a distant memory

that brings a smile

to those who still are

and remember

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Excuses

"But Hunter's laptop!", "But her emails!", "Yes, my Great Leader messed up and accidentally gave away top military secrets to the foreign power that pays him billions a year to spread misinformation but I read on Facebook once that someone on the left once accidentally gave his home- instead of work address when he ordered dinner so the left makes mistakes too!"

Why does the dumb right never take responsibility?

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If there's one group that rightfully can be called 'snowflakes' it's the radical right. Because fascists start crying when you call them fascists. Because the radical right mostly consists of cowards some 99% of them only dare to share their racist nonsense anonymously. Fascist cowards won't tell their names and hide their faces when their Great Leader tells them to round up people who speak out against fascism:

It happened with many more people than just with Tuft University student Rumeysa Ozturk. 

If you live in a country where people are violently silenced for exposing the truth about their fascist government, there's no longer any doubt you live in a facist state. 

"Yeah, but at least people don't get murdered for exposing the truth about their country's leaders!"

Think again.

What do you think are the signs you live in a fascist country?

To catch a Shadow (a #CirclePoem)

How to catch a shadow 

if you've never chased a dream?

On time moving on

without knowing it stood still 

or on promises broken 

by a night or the will 

to end the ability 

to describe an angel 

without ever having seen one 

or even heard of their existence?

Try to love 

without empathy and you'll fail.

Try to feel

without touch and you'll fall 

because you'll never know 

how to catch a shadow 

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