Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Political Poetics

On a day like today, watching the American government shutdown from afar, I find myself rather speechless... Or actually not at all speechless, so here you go...

Here is my dilemma, as an ex-pat cross the seas,
I do not understand the wish to spread chronic disease.

A testament of battling the things that seem so trite,
Our government is on the verge of universal blight.

Forget about the basic right of all to live or die,
Protected by a nation who will save or at least try.

Who cares about the needs of many when the pride of few,
Manipulate the system, stopping laws from passing through.

Remember back in days when tea was thrown from on a ship,
A symbol to break free from monarchy cracking the whip.

But now the same hot substance has been bastardized by greed,
A small vocal minority has made our nation bleed.

For how long we can stand this wound is anybody's guess,
Perhaps we should continue till all finances depress.

But for the love of all who care for 'Merica's great wealth,
You might want to consider standing strong first for its health.

Let us also remember poem #32, in honor of the need for universal healthcare in general...

In basic life philosophy it seems to be the case,
That health would be a top priority.
We put aside the petty and vindictive daily tasks,
And fighting for survival is the key.

But in a land where life support is difficult to earn,
Though freedom is the mantra to believe.
You'd think it would be easier to find an antidote,
For freedom cannot well-being achieve.

A company that makes its money sacrificing aid,
For benefits that sadly assist few,
Should question their agenda when depriving fellow man,
Of basic human rights that they eschew.

Unfortunately for the masses not just business fails,
When choosing fundamentals that betray.
A large conglomerate of ignorance sustains the cause,
By selfishly defying in dismay.

My hope is that in lieu of universal negligence,
Or battling for trifling concerns,
We realize we cannot be so shallow when we've lost,
Ability to think or breathe or spurn.

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