Easy to be an activist—
to always have an enemy
in your crosshairs, one eye
closed and the other
inside a tube, magnified
without having to look
at anything else, without
having to question what
could have been seen.
You can cry ‘Wolf’
anytime you want, anytime
something close-enough
pops-up, watch everyone run
for a gun to shoot
your neighbor’s dog.
O’ myopic luxury
to not even see
that you just don’t know.
drycrikjournal 
Would that these myopic do gooders would read your blog, but, oh yes, their eyes are further occupied! s
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Oh, Shirley, right you are! But the poem’s for me, to help close the book on this ridiculous chapter. That and the rain may get the job done. Thanks a lot.
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Fantastic! This one should be posted to those ridiculous FB sites. It might have to be explained to them, however.
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