Poetry penned by children may well spark in man, evolution, anti, devolutionary. Between a ROK and hard places, Kim and Don, find,

themselves. No way out from under witch-hunt like, investigations. No way to lie their way out of these binds.

Between a ROK and hard places is President Kim. For his country, surreally, a Shangri-La like nation, is really no Kingdom but rather just one,

great big, country-sized, prison. But he’s got the best cells, in North Korea. Better than, The Hague’s, prison.

Similarly and paradoxically,
diametrically, differently, The Don (sans Melania) is hunkered down in an off-white, White House. The White House,

seemingly, momentarily floating, amidst, rock-filled seas. A hard place upon which to dash … one’s house.

Presidents need to read, really. Three, should-have-been, recommended readings (so much for that) for President Don: Presidencies, for Dummies.

Summits, for Dummies. And Transcendentalism, for Dummies. Too late, for the first two. The third, too, actually.

Twitter’s algorithm is perfect for the penning, of verse, couplet. It seems that 280 characters make for a grand universe, of possibilities.

Poetry, very possibly, if embraced by the children, may spark in Homo sapiens, an evolution, anti, devolutionary.

@MoveOn. Pressure them. Tweet to them. Organize. Demonstrate. Shine spotlights on issues. Abdicate from sovereign paradigms. Legislate Golden

Rules. Freedom of speech. Freedom of congregation. Freedom of religion. Foster not, devolution. Foster, evolution.

On behalf of man therefore, Art is demanding freedom of speech. Freedom of congregation. Freedom of religion. Freedom of the press.

Freedom of association. And freedom of movement. To conflict and climate changing, human migration, address. cc: @AOC