The Lampshade Writer

  Trump’s ‘Liberation Day’—A Victory or an Economic Black Hole? April 2 is set to mark an unprecedented moment for Americans. The newly elected President Donald Trump has declared that he will be "liberating" the American people from tariffs that have been imposed on them. His administration promises to bring back jobs, reinvigorate domestic industries, and bolster the American workforce. But is this a realistic vision, or just another well-crafted slogan designed to electrify his MAGA supporters? During his campaign, Trump claimed that illegal immigrants were "stealing Black jobs," a statement that left many people scratching their heads. If illegal immigrants are taking jobs, wouldn’t those jobs just be American jobs? I’ll leave Black Americans to sort out that debate. The core of Trump's ‘Liberation Day’ theory is economic independence—manufacturing goods domestically, growing America’s own food supply, and making the U.S. self-sufficient. Sounds great in the...

Perils of War - AI Create War... brings destruction and devastation, Leaving pain, suffering, and lamentation. It tears apart the fabric of society, Creating chaos and great anxiety. The soldier's life is full of peril, Fighting for a cause, noble and real. The constant sound of guns and bombs, Never-ending, the battle never calms. War… The innocent suffer the most, Caught in the crossfire as they are tossed. Families torn apart in a moment of strife, Losing more than just one life. Children... are left vulnerable and alone, Their future and dreams are forever gone. The scars of war stay for years, Affecting generations, bringing tears. When will we learn to put an end, To this cycle of violence that never bends? It's time we come together as one, And work towards peace, for everyone. War

She rises with the morning light, unfolding dreams in silent flight.   A girl with stars within her eyes, who dares to reach and touch the skies.   A woman forging paths untold, with hands that heal, with hearts of gold.   She stands with strength through joy and pain in boardrooms, classrooms, and fields of grain.   A mother’s love, a boundless tide, soft and fierce, a sacred guide.   Through sleepless nights and endless days, she shapes the world in quiet ways.   And grandmothers with wisdom deep, in stories told and love they keep,   they teach us how to rise and stand, to build, to dream, to shape the land.   The world is brighter, strong, and free, because of all that women be.   So here’s to those who fight, who mend, who lead, who love, who never bend.   And to my mother, Carol dear, your love still echoes, always near.   Though time has turned, and you have gone, your li...