There was no news today
My sleep a bit fitful
I climbed out of bed
To my morning ritual
Turned on the TV
To see what there was to see
But the news anchor said
There was no news today
There was no news today
No one in the world had been killed
Not a drop of blood anywhere spilled
No woman or child had suffered abuse
Ne’re a corporate executive with flimsy excuse
All the world’s citizens had plenty to eat
And the news anchor said
There was no news today
There was no news today
Not a single bank had been robbed
No one lost a loved one and painfully sobbed
No teachers on a student had sexually preyed
All workers kept their jobs and needed no aid
Governments of the world with no dumb moves
Left the news man twiddling his thumbs
There was no news today
They’re out there in cyberspace
as we all so painfully know,
those who would quickly and eagerly embrace
any chance to relieve you of your hard earned dough,
scammers with no conscience and morals lower than low.
If they can’t steal your cash, your identity will do,
a credit card in your name they’ll be happy to accrue.
Susie was stunned when she checked today’s email,
a hard working single mom with three mouths to feed,
her financial situation was growing monthly more frail.
She read and reread her prayer’s answer indeed,
having won $1 million in a lottery during a time of real need.
Susie’s IP address had been drawn in random selection,
explaining why she had no hint of entry recollection.
The instructions provided were easy, not hard at all,
just click on the link and forward personal information,
include a copy of her ID to claim the amazing windfall.
“But don’t tell anyone” the email said in termination,
“and you must act quickly without any reservation”.
The really happy news is that Susie’s story ends sweet,
her IQ above a watermelon’s, she sighed and pressed delete.
For poor Julius Caesar, though the soothsayer gave warning,
it was the Ides of March that lead to his supporter’s mourning.
The “Ides” meant the 15th of four months in ancient Rome,
not including April, but watch out for it if America’s your home.
For April 15 is the date American’s income taxes are due,
Uncle Sam wants his portion of what you’ve worked to accrue.
Don’t forget your investments, especially not your deductions,
save all you can but, if able, follow the instructions.
Your fears are likely long gone if expecting a refund,
you probably filed months ago while happily stunned.
And remember this year there’s the “stimulus payment”,
but not to pay debts with, why not spend it on raiment?
Most Americans have two choices to get taxes filed.
Pay a hefty fee to have them professionally compiled,
or you can learn a new language I’ll term “Taxacanese”.
Our tax code has 1850 pages, none written to please.
Our planet she is achangin’,
her climate rearrangin’.
Potential problems are many,
perhaps as many as twenty.
Our human activity is the culprit,
giving us all cause to dispirit.
Greenhouse gases in our air increasin’,
of the “greenhouse effect” I’m speakin’.
Commonly known as global warmin’,
a true danger to earth is aformin’.
The frequency of storms is arisin’,
more violent hurricanes upsizin’.
Some areas experiencing droughts,
others having flooding bouts.
Our planet’s weather, at greater extremes,
is wrecking havoc over it’s many regimes.
An increase of volcanos blowing their tops,
tornados destroying newly found stops.
The permafrost soil at both of earth’s poles,
is ameltin’ away under no one’s controls.
Our planet’s temperature consistently arisin’,
along with it’s seas, not really surprisin’.
Low-lying coasts, beaches around the globe,
could disappear under a high ocean’s probe.
Marine life of today is under dire threat,
ocean circulation patterns have become upset,
causing plankton, base of the aquatic food chain,
to reduce productivity so millions fewer remain.
Forty percent of land species are now endangered,
an undeniable reason an environment altered.
Another lonely night and he climbed into bed,
pulling the covers up high, just below his head.
With no better agenda to keep,
he drifted away and soon fell into sleep,
into the strange world of dreams he fled.
He was an eagle now, soaring on high,
headed for heaven with good reason why.
His time on earth having not reached its end,
he wanted to see his wife, his best ever friend,
while he was an eagle with wings to fly.
She had left him abruptly, had it really been a year
since illness had taken her into God’s sphere?
Onward he flew, and up, ’till flying o’er heaven’s gate,
in eagle form, with no way to verbally communicate,
but thoughts of simply seeing her bringing him cheer.
Life without her had not been close to complete,
the love in his heart for her still fully replete.
He would do his best in this God given dream,
to beam his love down upon her, allow it to stream,
envelope love on his angel from her head to her feet.
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