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FRIDAY (6/19/09)


Support a Cautious Response to the Iranian Election
I am turning the lights out now a heavy summer heat hovers over the ground. Before the morning light lifts this crimson boil many will have marched in solidarity on far off streets while others watch with bewilderment, a mini shock and awe.

Tell Congress to require legislation be posted on the Internet for 72 hours before debate
This rattling the cage will not wake them they've been asleep for too long, they've not been greeted sorely. This noise will never match that which came before, hell’s throat, deafening, piercing the skies with war.

TRADE Act Introduction Imminent: Write Your Rep!
Since they’ve lost hearing from their piercing dreams, since they’ve discarded the people for the money vote, since we’re dying in a war that will never have a victor, since our words have lost their meaning… we write.

Remove the Trojan Horse from Global Warming Legislation
It moved toward the castle with death’s grace, creaking and clanking along the wet terrain. Its reflection swam inside their anxious eyes as its massive frame came shuddering to a halt.

It loomed over the castle like an ominous god….

Tell Congress to Strengthen the Clean Energy Bill!
The morning sun reflected off of its golden mane and the people moved toward it like zombies. In lock-step they found their purpose, their guts, and wielded the mightiest of weapons…



© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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