© Victor J. Blue for The New York Times
Son, they all must be crazy out there.
– Michael Burton (“Night Rider’s Lament”)
We get the news as black or white,
reckless words that conceal the truth
reduced to red and blue enamel.
No sage advice from Washington,
no common sense to right the Ship
of State, and no one at the tiller
to face the tempest’s hate—too busy
painting enemies to blame
while adding anger to the storm.
We get your craziness in colors
with the rising smoke and flames
on a planet waging war
in the cloud of a pandemic
neither understood nor cured—
a collage of clashing colors
without a brushstroke for compassion,
discipline or pride lucrative enough
for the media to cover
with an appetite for anarchy
where only self-righteous ride.
drycrikjournal 
Wonderful poem — great song. My favorite version: https://youtu.be/9PGh9-YuHHg
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Great song, indeed, Tom. Perhaps my favorite contemporary cowboy song. Thanks for the U-tube link.
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You are welcome. And thank you for the poem!
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And a coward tweets………
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So poignantly expressed, Duff, and so so fucking true. Chaos has always been my nightmare and now I wake up to it everyday.
But the peaches are getting ripe, the almonds look like they’re ready to split their skins, and Dory and Rosie are laying eggs for my breakfast.
Be well my friend,
K
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