The Fools' Fortunes ForetoldThey're chanting, “USA” as water dribbles down
The board and drowns the Muslim someone said
Had done them wrong. They chant again as drones
Appear to slaughter wedding celebrants,
And yet again as babies cry alone in jails,
Their parents far away in crowded holding cells.
Oh, USA, the psychopath who rules the world,
The slack-jawed dolts who always thought
That they deserved to prosper without any effort.
If you'd learned to read a clock with hands,
You might have understood that your time's
Growing very short. You're broke. You're old,
And others' anger supersedes their fear of you.
The water board may reach your throat in not
Too long, and, when it does, you're apt to find
It hard to go on chanting, “USA.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-02-07 at 01:51
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