Back at the Beginning

Ever since the election
I'm walking under water
breathing through a straw
pushed down
by all these red-hatted guppies.

They follow the orange one
who gushes bigotry and hate.

 

It makes me dizzy.
The whole world has vertigo.
We drown in information
but starve for insight.

Lost in all the headlines.

 

It's crazy
crazy on a sliding scale
from endless grifting
to the "Lecter lectures"
a pandemic of stupidity
a hurricane of lies
an insurrection

an insurrection!

 

The next four years
will be a wrecking ball.
Just thinking about it
makes my skull feel
two sizes too small.

 

He will pulverize
the foundation
of our Democracy.
It feels like my future
is behind me.

 

Sometimes history rhymes
sometimes it just repeats itself.

Sometimes history rhymes
sometimes it just repeats itself.

Sometimes history rhymes
sometimes it just repeats... itself.

 

Eight years later
we are back at the beginning
again.

 

I am pulling my hair out
in frustration and resentment.
This could have been-

should have been prevented
but justice was a sloth
squashed while crossing the road.

 

It is like watching the second plane
hit the tower
but that outward attack
brought this nation together.

Today we're partisan divided
by a wannabe dictator.

But this country began as a revolt
against a vain tyrant.

Democracy may have been
stabbed in the back
but she is still alive!

She is still alive!

 

Let's pick her up

stitch her wounds
with poetry.
Protest the coming autocracy
with words of strength and hope
and love.

 

Trump loves hate
But love-

love trumps hate.

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