July 16, 2016
People will be cruel and rage.
Witnesses stand offstage, disengage.
Politicians will speak of condemnation,
BlackLivesMatter, of discrimination.
CNN will take the reigns of inflammation and provocation.
FOX, meanwhile, will whip the mare of degradation and migration.
Facebook will become a scroll
of colors, memes, and gun control.
Twitter birds will fly with flutters
of quippy 140-charactered mutters.
Trump, and Hill, and Bill will
retreat, consult, and then distill
soundbites they know well we will
Repeat, retweet, their wish fulfilled.
QUICK! A team, a side, a stance you must pick!
If you are to politic, if you are to wield a stick
for ideals propelled by some peacenik
or maybe even a lunatic.
To those who hold all the controls:
But, wait! They are us! and it is We who drill these holes
Into pride, and power, but too, progress
We must take action! But, let me guess…
I’ll hold a sign, or march in step,
To the beats of discontent,
And now, and forth, you’ll clang and bang
And we’ll continue to harass and harangue.
And on and on, sides will be drawn, and battles fought
(Are you with us, or are you not?)
To provide and sooth our lexicon:
The clear conviction our braun.