I have been bucking this system,
From before it’s inception,
Been chanting for change,
Demanding justice,
But now this President takes the stand,
And I have nothing new to add,
My hands have done their work,
I take my leave,
And watch the process,
Still ready to picket should I feel moved,
And though I have little faith in justice here,
I still have
Hope.
Tag: United States
Discovering the “Doctrine of Discovery”
Once upon a time ago
A Pope sat upon his throne
And decreed all that all will condone,
Doctrine of Discovery,
–This land, this people, this wealth “we” now own,
For God has seen that only certain Christians may decide
who is wrong, and who is right,
And black and white,
And red and yellow,
And East and West,
And North and South,
Left and Right,
Carving up the world,
Like a pie,
Deciding who lives,
who dies,
To whom shackles are assigned,
As slaves to God’s domain,
And on and on it goes,
That was then, 15th century,
And still well meaning “explorers,”
And “freedom” fighters get to cut apart the globe,
Causing wounds so deep they never close,
And this is good,
And this is right,
For the Papal Bulls
and now our government tell me so
Mass Separation
From the bosom were they ripped,
Tears that fall are endless in sight,
No safe haven in this land of free,
Stealing from hearts,
Taking diaspora babies,
Separation as the Exodus flows,
Running from temperatures
Getting too hot,
Out of the fire,
And into the pot
Tear Gas Tears
Tears streaming
they Run,
Eyes stinging
they run,
Lungs burning
they run,
Anywhere
They Run
Run,
Away from oppression,
Away from persecution
Rush,
Into the loving arms
Of persecution,
Oppression,
Prosecution,
Imprisonment
Anything is better
Right?
America is freedom
Right?
Right?
What have we become?
Or have we always been?
What are we yet to become?
Manifest destiny
And no sympathies,
as wildfires burn
We celebrate with bloody trees,
We plow the Earth with “democracy”,
By upholding elsewhere
Tyrannical puppetry
What have we become?
Tear gasing the babies,
Just usually nimby* [not in my back yard]
And the cult of red hats bob in support
Is this being “great”?
Playing of all the worst moves “again”,
With scientific advances
Gerrymandered borders
Blur nationalist lines,
Never mind what’s behind the curtain
Right?
What worse could come? Right?
At least it’s not…
Like back then;
Like over there;
Like them;
At least it’s not
Me.
Right?