lipsticksavior (lipsticksavior) wrote,

March 22, 2010 Amanda combines poetry with politics, move on if you don't want to see it.

On the 22nd of March in 2010
I watched the downfall of my country on television

At least, I was told it would be our downfall

I was told that my President had thumbed his nose at me
Thumbed his nose at all of us when he signed into law
that we needed to share

I watched the members of the Teaparty,
act as if they were at anything but
I watched them scream at the man with the tremors
You looking for a handout you cripple! Well you won't get one here!

Then a man threw money at the man with the tremors.
He trembled and cowered as the screamers and the money tossers fought each other

I learned that my fellow Americans, who no doubt called themselves Christian, spat on a man who had stood next to Martin Luther King when he spoke of his dream.

These Americans shouted and railed and yelled FAGGOT!
Because they don't want to share.

The vice president said fucking
a rock was thrown through a congressman's office window
and death threats were made to a law maker who agreed that
we need to share

The same way we needed to share the right to vote
with women

The same way we needed to share equal rights with people
who have skin a different color from ours

The way we need to share marriage with everyone who wants to marry the person they love

The way we need to share taking care of the earth

The way we need to share taking care of each other.

Isn't this what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and Ghandi and the Dali Lama and our moms want us to do?

Share taking care of each other?

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"

But don't ask me to share with them.

Why did everyone laugh when Hilary said it takes a village to raise a child?

Why are we reacting with stones being thrown and shouts of 'nigger' and 'faggot' when we are being asked to share?

Can't we all just go home and hug the people we love and be glad we live where we do? Where we can yell and scream nasty words? A place where we are allowed to demonstrate against the government and that very government will not lock us up?

Have we become so bloated and fat that we can't see past our enormous stomachs,
filled to capacity with high fructose corn syrup laden soda pop, to see
that there are human beings in our country besides ourselves?

Are we only able to see as far as our television? The same television we want to replace with a sixty inch plasma screen and sharing would mean putting that purchase off for another year?

Is this what's become of us?

The country that started out as a ragbag group of untrained militia banding together to break away from the most powerful government in the world? Our country that had to break away because England wouldn't share?

We appear to have come around full circle. Deep in our raging syphilis induced madness screaming no you can't have what's mine!!!!

It's mine! You hear me? MINE!

And we won't share.

I can only pray that someone there is sharing my tears.

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