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'I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.' - William Stafford
9/11/08: Seven years gone
TALK



By JOHN MARK EBERHART



Once more, the shadow issues:

"moral decay" and Hollyweird

vixens; vouchers, welfare queens;

guns, gay marriage, abortion.



I was brought up to believe

in perfection and grace --

or at least their pursuit.

That was my America.



Now, towers fall and lives

are crushed and still

the politicians feed on --

vermin in Oxxford suits.



Rain from another hurricane

is falling on my inland acre.

From the TV in the next room,

some fool keeps repeating:



"Four more years. Four more years."









2008-09-11 15:31:05 GMT
Comments (2 total)
Author:Anonymous
No comments? I'm surprised.

My neighbor, a political science major, says, no matter what 'they' say, when 'they' move into (not 'to') Washington, it's twiddle dee and twiddle dum. Maybe the candidates, on both sides, are not 'lying' but they say specifically what they think will get them elected.

Poets (my opinion) are obliged---or should be, if they wish to be relevant---to pen what will or could lure the wonderland inhabitants (and all the rest of us) back to the pursuit of 'perfection and grace', whether on a personal or community or national level.

This poem, in a cynical way, works like that.
--HCP
2008-09-14 14:07:05 GMT
Author:Anonymous
More like Tweedledum and Dummer, but I think JME is showing some
party bias and it happens to agree with my own. Thanks, JME.
2008-09-15 14:46:48 GMT
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