Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
virtuoso running free
Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
his genius at the keys
Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’
time stopped as God decreed
Twin fathers back together,
—the ‘Blues’ their history
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Our Future Imperiled
The Genie is now out of the bottle,
and referred to as ‘The Net’
Where hackers are countries unto themselves,
empowered worldwide—great threats
Able to intrude and disrupt at will,
weaving a new kind of hell
With privacy raped and freedom attacked,
—barraged, our future imperiled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 15th, 2017 09:50
- Category: Unclassified
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