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Who Are These 'Innocent'? by LateNiteFantasy© Who are the innocent? Who are these saintly beings from a land of purity? These people who never felt the rage of revenge. Who are these people who never called to arms? Who are these people who felt love was indomitable? Who are the ones who felt gentleness could make things strong? Are these the people who brought children into a world of intolerance? A place with the motto of “trust no one”……. This place where people live with the harshest of realities. It’s a place where an arithmetic theory rules….. What’s it called again ?…..economix I believe. Such a poison among so many. So the children are brought into this hell? And presented as symbols of hope…. All this expected of them while accepting the harsh realities…. The basic evils. Pay your bills or be cast out. Or how about this one….”where’s the money?” Sad it wasn’t ….”where’s the love?” But yes people the children are hope and much more. They are victory. So as you can see something will have to give………………. Life never before.

Bring Back The Days, Those Days Are Gone Bring back the days when gas was cheap, When homes were built better to last And oceans were filled deep with fish. Now everything comes from China And I have no job, work or pay. Credit card collectors call me Threatening to lock me away, Unless I pay their sky high fees. It started with Ronald Reagan When he opened our free trade doors. Now our jobs are in India And our clothes made in Sri Lanka. When fish and beef were good to eat And coffee was two bucks a pound, There's too many Starbucks around. Everywhere banks and gas stations But without customer service, Pump your own gas and ATMs. Bring back the days of slower times, When I could afford to go on A long vacation to unwind. Now I can't afford anything, Either I buy prescription drugs Heat my home, gasoline or food. Bring back the days before Gulf War, A time when we had Twin Towers, Before Al-Qaeda, bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, War in Iraq, And the recession that caused my Depression, why I need Prozac And Viagra should I want sex. Oh, my aching back, I'm so old. Bring back the days life was better, Lana Turner in tight sweaters, Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Sophia Loren, Liz Taylor, Natalie Wood, Connie Francis, With Debbie Reynolds, and Elvis. Frank Sinatra knew what to do, Old mister blue eyes told the truth. Where did those days go? They flew by. Look at me now, ready to die, Like all my friends gone before me Viet Nam, heart attacks, car crash, Suicide, tired of living In a world like this, nothing fits And it's all out of my control. What do I do? Where do I go? To find peace, if only I could, I would bring back those days when life Was better like at Senior Prom With Mary Lou in the back seat Kissing, hugging, and touching her. Oh, what a real treat that was then, Only now with STDs and AIDS, must wear condoms for safe sex. Bring back the days, those days are gone. Internet, cell phones, and iPods, New technology outdates me Outsourcing jobs to Mercury. Rich get richer and poor poorer Without middle class, USA Becomes one more third world country That's what the Republicans want.

Goodbye, a re-vision by LateNiteFantasy© A time to remember, and a time to forget memory washing over us but we dare not relent. Pictures torn and battered, photos old and loved crying over memories wondering when it's enough. Lives are lived and lost lives are changed forever of course we go on with love left to remember. As tears will fall, and as tears will heal the pain is great and our love is real.

Prayer for the Unemployed Dear Father in Heaven, Equal opportunist for all men and women, Protector of minimum wage, Hear thee Lord, Oh, Holiest sage, Let there be work, But with perks. Dear Angel of Mercy, Tell thee the recession is not here to stay, Giver or unemployment benefits and taker away, Thou hast used all thy extended benefits. Won’t ye give thee a job Before thou goes out to stealth and rob? Dear God of Unions, ‘Tis sad the doom thou am in. Defender of workingmen’s compensation, Punch thee a card, But give thee a job Not too hard. Dear Ruler of Factories, Bring back the economy for thee. Lest ye forget, Don’t go just yet, Until you find thee work, To fill thy purse. Dear Saint of Overtime, Purveyor of double-time, It isn’t fair, Thy bank acccount is bare. Inventor of Job Fair, Where is thy career? Dear Mother of White Collar Workers, Timberland shoes and Dockers, Overseer of Gold cards, BMW’s and cellular phones, Please don’t leave me alone. But give thee employment if ye could. Oh, Holy Father of the Unemployed, Thou would really be overjoyed, To be employed, Or win the lottery, And give thee a vacation, To repent thy sins and change thy mood. Oh, sick Satan, Thou are tired of waitin’ Can ye put thee on the dole, If thou promises ye thy soul? But, it has to be a good position, For thee to make that decision. Here I wait for my phone to ring, Hoping the morning mail will bring, An answer to my resumes and cover letters, And end my job search endeavors, forever. Memphis Press classified ads; Here I sit very sad. It could be worse, I could be working, Rush hour and daily grind, Always working forever behind. Dear Father of Employed, Allow me to stay unemployed.

Vietnam by LateNiteFantasy© Vietnam Forty years later, we talk of Vietnam, Post traumatic stress, Agent Orange, and Napalm, Are some of the problems we face today. When are they going to find POWs/MIAs? Heroes killed in action, some missing limbs, We grieve for them all, pin a medal on them. We fought the war our country told us to, Then, came home and were played a fool. Students demonstrating burning our flag, We watched in silence, our friends in body bags. No banners waving, parades or patriotic songs, People were ashamed we fought the Viet Cong. Tired of VA hospitals, tired of it all, Dressed in my fatigues to visit the Wall. Faceless memories a reality, fifty thousand names, A shame, we lost a generation. Who is to blame? If I had to do it over and fight Ho Chi Minh, I’d volunteer and pack my gear. I’m proud to be an American. But, when will they honor us veterans?