“Weavers of Mountain Slides,” was written in March 2025 for and shared with a writing group. The poem reflects upon the state of the World at this time, in what eventually will become history. Well… it’s a pattern. We, as a species, have repeated this many times before. Yet here we are, facing the same problems in our collective todays. Mt. Dew cheers to the slippery slope in front of us. I don’t know what else to do with it. I can only acknowledge its presence and hope others become familiar with the stages of genocide. 🥂⚖️🤔🧐

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Why do the willingly blind,

Enforce obedience by restraint?

Following paths beyond the divide, 

Without knowledge or experience to guide.

Gossip mistaken for thought,

Results are always faulty faculties.

Power grabs over others, relentlessly sought

By…

Hoards of starved zombies,

fed by fallacies.

Slipping faster down the slope,

So few see… what’s barely comprehended.

We’ve climbed this mountain for decades, without hope.

Unfortunate atrocities, swept under rugs, nations can’t defend.

False faith in fate, 

A cruel date with destiny…

It’s empty.

It’s up to you,

To figure out what to do.

By God, stay true 

To you.