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"MY LATE POPPA VIC WW11 VETERAN IS CRYING FOR AMERICA"

MY POPPA TURNING OVER IN HIS GRAVE"

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published about a year ago 1 min read
COPYRIGHT 2024 TRUSSELLI ART

Today is Veterans Day

Along the way

Of the freedom way

The peeps that fought in WW11 are gone now

Somehow

I remember my pop Big Vic comment to me

He could not stand Nazis.

Now America has elected a Nazi King.

So, I sing this tune

Of doom and gloom

The election was about misogyny

And bigotry

And misinformation of mass proportions

The last days have been sad

While Nazi voter remain glad

How did this happen

Propaganda and lies happened

It is upon us now

Somehow

We will get through this dark hour of grief

Of relief

I stand for democracy

I stand for the people

Not the church steeple

We are all one human being species

Like flowers that bloom

In the spring

We shall once again

Smile

But all the while

We know

We as America

The land of the free

Is no more

Because MAGA closed the door

The stories that lie ahead

I dread

Hear what I said

Warning the MAGA did no good

They are up to no good

Lies dictate

The debate

It is too late

How did this happen in America

Bigotry and misogyny are the culprits

Of MAGA Nazis that are full of shit

I WROTE ANOTHER SAD SONG. TODAY IS VETERANS DAY NOVEMBER 11, 2024. I REMEMBER MY POPPA VIC FOUGHT IN WORLD WAR 11 AGAINST THE NAZIS. THIS IS DEICATED TO MY HERO, BIG VIC. HE HAS PASSED ON, BUT HE WOULD NOT APPROVE OF NAZIS OR THE ORANGE BUFFOON.

I WASN'T GOING TO WRITE ABOUT THE NAZI TAKEOVER BUT AS I THOUGHT ABOUT MY POPPA, I KNOW HE SAY, "GO SISTER!"

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

NOVENBER 11, 2024

I AM AN OLD SOUL OF THE UNIVERSE,

PEACE NOT WAR!

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Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.

I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.

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  • Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago

    This is a really great poem.

  • Terri Nickelson Williamsabout a year ago

    They won't know what they've done until it bites them in the butt. Then they won't understand how that could have happened to them.

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