A Love Letter to Mother Russia © 2017

A Love Letter to Mother Russia © 2017

A Chapter by Glen Yumang Manese

Oh, dear George!

Had we truly won the war!

I would not bother with this love affair.


Are we saving ourselves or the greater good of America?


The abruptness of this campaign was unsettling.

Yet, for the sake of humanity and alike.

We save nothing and do what’s right for country.

Glory has been fleeting for decades, now.

Greatness is harder to achieve in our times.


The old ways are forgotten, do we prevail in the end?


Those with any backbone left must rise to the occasion.

Garner what is left and make issue of the concerns.


If we ourselves was the problem back then?

If there was a greater good of America, why now?

Do we falter only to save our own hide with this deficit?

Do we wake up from the hallucination?


This drug induce dream of fairy tales of suppression.


To be continued…


Why bother with a cup of Joe?

Let’s not forget when tea was the essence.

Nothing more abundant than a Boston party.


When we got together for a gathering of such.


Nowadays, people just settle for the coffee.

Had we forgotten the whole issue of tolerance?

Yet, we just keep adding the sugar and cream.

We will all be diabetics soon enough, dear.

Past meets present, future is a pudgy cry.


My lord, if we continue to deny the truth.


This is the end of a loving time between us.

Must we engage in the addiction without end?


Stop, smell the fragrance of all that has pass.

Quit, drinking the russet like no tomorrow.

Better, yet just bypass the sweetness.

We all want preference, like a spoiled brat.


There is a reason, the substance is pitch black.


To be continued…


George, whatever happen to the newspaper boy?

“Extra, extra, read all about it!” “Extra, extra, read all about it!”

When the news was concrete and made sense.


When filling up the pages wasn’t the issue, but making them count.


Nothing counts any more, no wonder the garble doesn’t sink.

Not to mention, this Internet has ruin everything, ever word.

Technology use to be a basis for the common good.

Now, the evil of intentions is jotting the stuff down.

Who cares how the words come out, as long as they make news?


Or is that, that for the ratings and the real deal love of money.


Let’s be real with the issues and not fake the substance.

Once upon a time, there was 5 cents worthy of a topic.


Oh, no…I’m sounding like them with that judgment.

Do we resorted to a run on sentence?

Import only what we truly like, export the rest.

Why mess with us, we will implode within.


Propaganda has a way with make believe.


© 2017 Glen Yumang Manese

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Added on June 18, 2017
Last Updated on October 12, 2017


Glen Yumang Manese
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