A poem I wrote after watching the election coverage last night. There was a lot of happiness and heartbreak for two political parties. But who are the real winners and losers in this hyped-up sporting event for “the greatest country on Earth”? Who stands outside the door while we spend billions lionizing/demonizing politicians?
Bring me your tired and your poor But not too close. Stand just there and watch The winds of freedom dance Through our summer party Our honored guests arrive on time One lion, one demon Which will we choose this year? Let's play the fool's charade As if it mattered For edging down the knife of time Is hard enough sober And lions and demons exchange Their masks so rapidly Who dares even try? Now the winds stir the leaves The debt of freedom A hint of invisible winter But the show must go on! Shut eyes, dance faster Laughter turns to drunk dismay Freedom's angry flood The pitiless pitied above all Drink and life sunk below memory The outcasts looking on. But not too close.