The Nightmare Which Won't End

I shall place myself at your mercy, Nita.
I'm drifting, defeated. I'm not one of those
Who's convinced that the nation's been set
Right because that unsightly grifter's gone
Home. Yeah, he's gone, and his Hitler act
May be (half) over, but armed goons still
Congregate. Worse, those who smugly
Suggest that their views of the world are,
How do they put it?, “more nuanced,”
Still stand at their podiums, pointing
Their fingers at everyone else, as if
They're not in charge of the prisons
And torture facilities, wiretaps, officers
Gunning down men who have the bad
Luck to be black. Sharp-suited realists,
Who fail to see anything wrong with
The killers and despots who welcome
Our businessmen into their miserable
Realms, they proclaim that this nation
(Its whiter parts, anyway) doesn't approve
Of the doings of those who are not quite
Cooperative: free thinkers, rivals,
Communists, terrorists. You know
The sort. I can't deal with another four
Years of hypocrisy. Pat my head, Nita.
Lead me to your bed. Tell me, someday,
This all will be gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-29 at 16:28

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