A Valentine for Uncle Sam and His Family

There already are stories of people who wanted
To turn the tides. They all have failed. This is
How I will justify my passivity. Let the torturers
Do their jobs, and the snoops listen in, and the
Radio ranters repeat their lies. Let our
Representatives usher us into the abattoirs
Run by the ones with cash. We will follow them
Gaily, marching in time to the marketers' tunes.
Hey, honey, how soon will our bathroom be spotless?
Hand me a beer. Hand me my gun. Heat up
That package that passes for food, and then
Come watch our athletes in pantomime combat.
It's all that we have. They don't show the war.
There are holes in the road to the place where I
Worked. There are lines at the door of the mission
Downtown. Half the houses around us are empty,
But this one is ours for the moment. Let's go to
The mall. We can get something nice while our
Credit is good. If the empire crumbles, so be it.
So many believe that it won't, and I don't want
To argue. I'll lay on this beach and be silent,
Watching the waves roll in. They're close to our
Castle. All efforts to save it will fail.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-15 at 20:07

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