Saturday, July 29, 2017

On The First Day Of July

Wondering how
We got here.
How did so few
Fool so many.
And why, really?

Is this country
As tired as its myth?
Is this all we’ve learned about living?

That we’d give power
to a third-rate snake-oil peddler,
which is an insult
to most reptiles
and a smattering of merchants.

On the first day of July
Has it come to this?

Where we’d settle
For a “normal” Big Brother
To observe and manipulate.

Because what we have now
Is far from normal —
As if Dali’s sheep
Tumbled into Rockwell’s dreams.

No wonder we can’t sleep.

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