As we mourn for democracy...

Of all the places and of all the cities, I've never been prouder to have chosen to live in Los Angeles. Yesterday morning everybody was crying of shock and horror; and by night we assembled one of the most beautiful protest that brought me to tears. Trump would, could never make me cry. But the solidarity of humans sure did. It was a night I doubt any of us could forget. We are taking back our streets and closing down freeways, and I seriously hope we don't stop until we fix our democracy!

And when emotions fly high of course we get a poem.

Animosity, adversity

there is still

unity in diversity

don't waste your hate

gather it and create

create a movement

the leads home

those who've strayed

don't forget

every vessel has had stowaways

It matters not

what stand you took

it matters not

who won or might have won

because in all honesty

both ways we loose

and, lets be frank

raw bold insanities

are much better then

sugar-coated profanities

for an open fight

I will welcome any day

over a game of chess

where pieces have already

double crossed humanity

It's much better

to face the naked truth

then the lies that hide

behind frosty looks.

Sometimes it's good to be shaken thoroughly, because alarm clocks where definitely not waking humanity by themselves.