And Still, We Wonder

A lot of people are angry at Trump.

I’m not.

I honestly have no feelings whatsoever

regarding the man.

 

America is an empire with vicious foreign policy

and the Donald is but one

of many Caesars to rule.

There were many before him,

and in all likelihood

there will be many after.

A puppy could win the next election

and, while it would certainly be a lot less ugly,

the show would no doubt go on.

We would be distracted by its cuteness

the way we are currently distracted

by the Donald’s ugliness,

but the results would look pretty much the same.

War stocks continuing their upward climb,

and the people continue their downward fall,

bellies full of beer

and fists full of pills,

feeling only our own pain

as we cry from the bottom,

not realizing that we’re still relatively safe.

 

Yes, we are safe.

We can’t fall any further

since we sit here now

atop this growing mountain

of humanity,

the dead and the dying.

Our pockets nearly empty,

the blood on our hands

all we have to show

for our investment,

but still the taxman cries;

more.

And still, we listen.

And still, we pay.

And still, we wonder…

why?

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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