Wild daughters
Absent fathers, bored mothers
Bourgeoisie bedrooms
Nosferatu has come from Mexico to take your wife

Utopias and horrors
Ghosts and martyrs
Conformity; authority
Uniform insanity

Fascists and Communists
Psychiatrists, Psychologists
The dictator is already present
carrying out master’s orders

Faceless men
Power and money
Orchestrating the symphony of crime

Ideology and poppies
Choreograph the masses
Manufacture impediment
Myths are never innocent

The salaried employee
Spiritually homeless
Erotic women as a threat
A rag picker on the eve of revolution

Burn the books
Burn the people
Die Nibelungen are singing
Siegfried is Superman





About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Transparency

  1. beetleypete says:

    Powerful stuff, Frank. And straight to the point. The ‘Apocalypse Now’ clip was the icing on the cake!
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. wfdec says:

    Now we all sit back and count the cost.

    Liked by 1 person

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