dVerse prompts us today to “write a poem that creates, or evokes, modern life, in all of its reality.” Some options were to write something taken from the headlines, something that describes the fractured nature of our world or a stream of consciousness poem. This is a combo of all three of those. Unedited, brain to page, in all of its ugliness.
My usual disclaimer for this type of piece: be forewarned, multiple NeoCon thoughts ahead. Don’t call me with blood pressure issues.
“The Democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”
“The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference and undernourishment.”
Robert M. Hutchins
we celebrated Independence Day
in the Great U.S.of A.
A bit (huge chunk) of irony
in that — some 236 years ago
rich white men Declared that
we would be a FREE people
(except for the slave ones,
of course — but we fixed that
later, yes, much later)
“a Republic, if you can keep it!”
Turns out Ben was a prophet too.
Today the fireworks are spent,
grills cleaned, beer bottles
cleaned up and independence
thrown out with the trash.
We have chosen a path of
dependence, voting for our
sustenance; which politician
will give (promise) me the most,
as opposed to making it
easier for me to provide for myself.
Security (false) is more important
now to most than freedom.
How much are we willing to give up
to be taken care of?
I am not of the 1%, far, far, from it.
I believe the government should
give me nothing but security
from foreign threats and the ability
to provide for my family by staying
out of my way.
I believe all should have access
to healthcare, but not at the expense
of choice, and not by force and
I believe in reducing violence by
allowing free citizens to protect
themselves and punishing criminals.
I believe in the individual before the group.
Today, my thirteen year old son worked a
manual labor job in the warehouse
while I sat behind the computer
in my air conditioned office.
Why? Two reasons, really. First, he
wanted (badly) something very expensive
and I (evil parent) refused to buy (give) it
to him. So, learning that nothing was free,
he asked to be able to work for the money.
Second, we needed the help. You see
the work we do is hot, hard, long hours.
We have hired white, black, young, old,
male, female…most last less than a week
before deciding that unemployment is
better. My son makes less than the other
laborers per hour, after all he is less skilled
than them and only works part time. I suppose
that is unfair? Unequal pay for unequal
production? He works for what he agreed
to work for (still above minimum wage),
no one forced him to.
Today he earned what he needed for his
purchase (very proud — he and I). He will
be back at work on Monday, his choice.
THAT, is something I can believe in.