Evan Clayburg, artist, shown in photo
A Season Of Pale
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
Who stands up for those in clouds so black.
Who defends the ill wrapped in white.
The workers who pluck the greens.
Those who struggle under a rainbow of dreams
Those who’s grey matter is not whole.
Who stands up for those lost souls?
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
A Sarah pink.
A Mormon Beige.
A Baptist brown.
Or a cowboy clothed in blood red.
They all pander to those with paper of green.
Yet on humanitarian needs their mouths are silent even ready to judge.
Does not the God they serve say “help those in need” or I will judge.
A season of pale
A reason pure blue
Where are the brights
In this election of rights
Pieter's Poetry and Images 
Praying Presidents
Photo: pieter pastoor
Praying Presidents
I guess certain prayers do work
Today only born again candidates want to be president.
Many have actually talked with you.
Tell me god,
Did you whisper in their ears to forget the homeless.
Did you send a heavenly email to call real sinners gay.
Did they get a note “from the desk of god” to ignore the poor.
Why are you sleeping with the rich, didn’t your son despise them?
Oh I see – its for the cause – cause ya love us.
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