Political Haibun
The wind knows impermanence but does not trust it.
Dependent upon atmospheric pressure, absorption
and rotation, who can blame the wind? We, too,
lend ourselves illusions, only to barter them away.
Three miles for a beer. Seven seconds for a fresh look.
A dollar extended for every five stolen. Empathy,
but only for the wealthy. Electing liars to office,
we justify our actions with more untruths. Nothing
improves. Even the quality of lies diminishes.
yellowed grass bending
under the sun’s weight
god’s will, they say
O at the Edges 
“impermanence of illusions…..god’s will they say; the barter of empathy! I like this section!👍👌
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I wish we could impose empathy on those lacking it!
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Certainly!👌
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We do lend ourselves to illusions. My inner optimist keeps prodding me to keep looking for sanity though confronted by prevailing (though debunked) lies … the NOISE of the liars is impossible to ignore, but I do believe more of us stand for truth (I hope that’s no illusion!)
Impermanence is a given, yielding something new, transition always full of friction, but indeed inevitable. And here we all go … You’ve given us a rally here!
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I, too, believe that more of us stand for truth, though the margin is slimmer than I would hope for.
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Thoughts and prayers hung out to dry… (k)
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Ha! But yes.
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The last two sentences of the paragraph:
Electing liars to office,
we justify our actions with more untruths. Nothing
improves. Even the quality of lies diminishes.
An unfortunately good summary there.
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It is appalling, isn’t it? Lies, lies, repetition of lies, backtracking, lying about lying, and all of it has been recorded for posterity.
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