If history repeats itself
And Hitler found defeat
The future’s not entirely dark
There’s light at the end of the street. . .
If Capital’s behind the plan
To take us from the game
Why not turn the table
With the blue and violet flame?
If destructions what they want
In their ever-quest for power
Let karma cash their current check
And send them then a flower.
5/4/15
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)