A humming word

Guitars are strumming in the snow kissed air of the Midwest. It's Waukesha, the spirit of Les Paul You can hear it walking past Steaming Cup, the coffee shop where scraps, recycled, decorate the shop and coffee is served by tattoed idealists. The coffee shop is opposite a Library and adjacent to Book stores that are owned by coffee lovers who have a pot by the window The book shops tap on the pages of poets and words sing forming lyrics.   It can be heard in the alleys and the murals on the walls And trickle down the coffee shop where these lyrics are served in coffee mugs accompanied with a plate of cookies.

Emotional Corruption /for everyone who does it/ What is this love and duty that you rave about? as per our texts, it is imperative to pursue moral responsibility And Duty towards self and Love towards self that manifests into happiness that propels duties towards self and nation. Instead, Dear Mortal, Why have you tied a noose around yourself forgetting we are here to do our duties as citizens, as living beings. You have turned each other into a bearer of surnames and divisive thoughts that die with you!