Must be a fool to believe Trump is The Lord’s Tool?

Don’t anguish or you’re a fool
just feel joyous, free of resent
do as told in Bible School
just humble yourself & lament

While if secular you’re a fool
blind to Trump the butt of steed
still hailing him as The Lord’s Tool
despite his hate, lies & greed

Someone who’ll never relent
and incapable to repent

Scurrying, why?

Raises morning’s curtain
upon sunrise infused sky
Less bemused than certain
humans get scurrying, why?

How to discern when mired in a muddle
as distant planets coldly align?
Dreams fill oceans, insight the mere puddle:
don’t expect our days warmly benign

Lowers evening’s curtain on sunset infused sky
gone forever another scurrying day, why?

A baby calf’s life they cruelly steal so we may enjoy a meal. Bon appetite, anyone?

Eating a tender ‘veal’ meal
brought to dinner table
with ugly, hardhearted zeal
Here’s goes the non-fable:

Cruelty we’re mislabeling
yes, how a calf becomes veal
This is what we are enabling
it’s a once in lifetime steal

He suffers alone the forlorn calf
put in dark bin to become ‘veal’
on pitiless meat eaters behalf
all his hoped-for joy they would steal

After months in the dark
posture hard to be shifted
calf cannot even walk
so weak he must be lifted

Then drawing his last breath
from Hell’s lonely bane
liberated by Death
from the gruesome pain

“My eating cheese, drinking milk
did not kill the milked cow!”
Well, you of indulgent ilk
it does, here’s when & how:

A milked out cow suffers five years
when slaughter ends her life in fears

The wonder here & yonder

As we watch the sky
beyond the crowds
wonder how & why
the racing clouds

In ceaseless encore
the ocean waves
keep crashing onshore
to rousing raves

The horizon
edges the ocean
no surprise in
nature made motion

O, the wonder
here & yonder

Should’ve been iconoclastic about plastic

Reigned briefly
did Humankind
Brawled chiefly
left mess behind

Our Species capricious
in predicament drastic
piled garbage pernicious
stifling planet in plastic!

While us Humans quick in verbal comeback
when it comes to changing we turn our back

In stillness we may be taught

In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper

Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught