Burning Bushes - A Political Poem

A drunken boxer irresponsibly throwing punches,

An abominable spider spinning fear-inducing illusions,

Breaking stuff just to look tough,

And wounding our minds with doublespeak’s contusions.

That’s all you are, and that’s all you do.

Ignite the skies and scorch the earth

To settle a vendetta.

Diplomacy to you

Comes out business end of a Beretta.

And all of it just to fill up a Jetta?

From the Halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli,

Send the Marines to die

Because your pals want a monopoly.

But oh no!  We’re in the right!

We’ve got God on our side.

That’s a noble basis on which

The pressure’s applied.

You admit things are heating up,

So what to do?  Burn more oil!

Dysfunction junction, without any compunction,

Till we’ve mined every piece of Alaskan soil.

And our country’s next Einstein

Looked down on as a failure.

‘Cause she was born in the Lower 9th,

And is still stuck in a FEMA trailer.

She dreamed of changing the world.

She was ambitious, yet humble.

Yet it was all taken away

Once the levees had crumbled.

A generation of kids

Falling behind in this nation,

‘Cause the Right wants our science

To be the Lord’s Creation.

And somewhere a 16-year-old can’t get an abortion,

And that saved tuition money’s gone in a jiffy,

Because those abstinence programs

Taught her that condoms were actually quite iffy.

And somewhere a Sam or Bob or Bill or Timmy

Can’t marry a John or Kevin or Steven or Jimmy,

And adopt themselves a little baby boo,

And have a chance at the American dream too.

I could go on, and on, and on...

There’s a laundry list of items

That requires your attention

But you choose to do things

Beyond your 3rd grade reading comprehension.

Who is it that truly has the audacity?

How is it that I’m not the patriot?

It’s time for others to repair the despair,

Because you’ve utterly failed at it.

You may tell me not to complain.

You may try to suppress my point of view.

But you’ll just sit on your thrones of shale and uranium

And watch while the fires of our indignation brew.

That’s all you can do.

I’ll speak out and run my mouth however I please,

I’ll piss and I’ll moan, I’ll scream and I’ll shout.

Because, after all, this is America,

And because I voted for you - all those years back - to get the fuck out.

Tags: Bush , Politics , Poem , Poetry