Tattoos in Mayberry

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We don't comment.
Silence is golden
Best to pray about it.
Then, hold one's tongue
Just send love.
Let God sort things out.
I'm in my 6th decade
now is when they finally give me the memo.

Still,I try getting in a good punch
to the belly of power
when I can
Quite aware of just what
I'm up against.
 The power has
control of the money 
the power has mass
and their mass is heavy.
Power to push you in position
on their snow peaked avalanche.
They have the power of property
mental, physical and sexual.
The power has army's of soldiers
paid for with  deep pockets.
Trading on blood
and gambling with our souls.
The power must win
So they fight for position.
Buying off  judges
and journalists too.
To  blaspheme our good names
and provide false information
.The power gets the glory
and glory makes news.
With the flash bang
of valor
on our t.v screen daily.
Your ticket's are pulled
while their ticket gets punched..
Your two front row seats
have been sold to a much higher bidder
I say,
let them call us perps,  vandals
and thieves who are unpatriotic.
For being old dogs
who can't be so easily tricked
We know what freedom 
bravery and honor looks like.
It doesn't look like murky water, radiation
black smoke, or chem-trails. .
Or carbon monoxide from exhaust pipes
or crude.
Before they finish their mega ton race
to travel deep into space
I hope they never get far off planet earth
A rock we  must not burn up or abuse.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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