After reading an editorial in the New York Times by Barbara Ehrenreich and Dedrick Muhammad, I was rather upset about the state of political discourse in this country. While running afterward, I started composing a response. It ended up in the form of a poem:
From the radio and the television,
flowing through the Internet's tubes
comes a rallying cry,
"Arise, take your rightful place!"
This poem is for you, defenders of tradition.
I sit here astounded by your similes
(literary allusions, no doubt):
you proclaim that social programs are watermelons,
and that the chicken being promised for every pot
When the party was going well,
the banks said we would be fools not to buy,
and you happily agreed.
Now that the hangover is here,
you lament the way that power was wielded
for the last 8 years by (who else to blame?)
You espouse your traditional mores
chastising criminals who use chemicals to cope
and like Jacob you brag
(just a bit away from the microphone)
that you have enough love for Leah,
and for her sister Rachel.
You long for the days
when the Real Americans walked proudly
with tears in their eyes
to settle dusty new lands
carrying nothing but a carton of Marlboros
and a case of Jack Daniels.
Go ahead, wrap yourselves in your flag,
telling those that hide under their sheets at night,
afraid of the shadows,
that the cross has been borne.
So gather 'round outside,
all that's left is to light a bonfire.
Glen and Rush and Sarah,
this ode is to you.
You tell your crowds what they want to hear
but can't quite say.
I see what you do.
To quote a wise man,
"You're hurting our country."
After writing it, I felt better. If it helps you, feel free to edit it, or pass it on.