By ROBERT HOUGHTALING Throw in a little religion Your God is not like ours Add in a lot of oil So smoke can blot out shining stars Then reward all the greedy And forget some precepts and ideals To create the present atmosphere That for many seems unreal
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Throw in a little religion
Your God is not like ours
Add in a lot of oil
So smoke can blot out shining stars
Then reward all the greedy
And forget some precepts and ideals
To create the present atmosphere
That for many seems unreal
The tired and poor abandoned
All men appear unequal
New leaders seem not to care
Waiting an Apprentice sequel
Much of this has happened
On the screens before our eyes
Many have become so confused
By truths backed up with lies
Charisma played the harpsichord
To tunes sung by Huey Long
Exciting the frightened masses
Who desired that same old song
Ancient reason watched from a distance
With friends atop a spire
Praying to Mother Emanuel
Who wore a crown of briars
The Kremlin helped pick a president
Who will sit upon Lincoln’s chair
While Washington and Roosevelt
Will cry out in despair
And no one knows what happened
To Lady Liberty along the way
As she’s been stolen by imposters
From Big Business and the NRA
Atlas merely shrugged it off
As lefty leaning weeping
Choirs of generals and billionaires
Suggested we go back to sleeping
A few grumbled on the city streets
But were soon brought under control
By football games and the Internet
That helps sedate the soul
Once folks like Dylan and Baez
Sang out on people’s behalf
Now we seem guided by a media
That has forgotten how to laugh
King has been relegated to a Holiday
As his children still suffer much
And Latinos, Muslims and Women’s concerns
Are considered too hot to touch
Perhaps soon Cohen’s Democracy
Will come to the USA
For it appears as though our compass
Has been misplaced or put away
While waiting for the pendulum
To produce a balanced swing
We can all pray that America
Will make the Cracked Bell ring Robert Houghtaling, director of the East Greenwich drug program, is a frequent contributor to these pages.
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davebarry109
Is the author IN the drug program, or the director? The hatred that pens this poem is indicative of why the libs lost. The president elect is not even in office and the hatred has begun.
Friday, December 23, 2016 Report this
RISchadenfreude
It bears repeating: "If you want to know what the Left is up to, just see what they're accusing the Right of doing".
Thursday, December 29, 2016 Report this