Ph: Politics: Conservative Hubris Or Liberal Guilt - You Decide - Poem by Brian Johnston
My friends I’ve had a great idea,
I have to let you in on,
I can’t believe that no one else
Has thought of this before.
You all know how the NRA
Says guns have made us safer?
Well this should make the rabid cheer
Saint Brian has the floor!
You’d think that someone else would think
To just extend their logic
To bring about world peace perhaps
Would only take a day.
Just give a portable A-Bomb
To each and every voter,
Perhaps the Congress would respect
What people have to say.
We’ve all grown tired of hairless apes
Attacking like piranhas
The moment that a party man
Shows sign of intellect.
They dare suggest that all our woes
From highways down to healthcare
Can somehow be directly caused
By government defect?
It’s not our government at fault
But jerks avoiding taxes,
That corporations have a voice
Is just their latest ploy.
The fact that profit trumps all jobs
Means workers have less money
To buy the products they create
The nation’s fate a toy.
These men, these so-called patriots
Who hate the poor that feed them,
Suppress their votes at every turn,
Mass pillage is their plan.
But so seductive is their path
The poor think they are heroes,
Cannot appreciate the odds,
Confused by devil’s clan.
And every day the gulf between
The rich and poor gets wider,
What’s left to think except the rich
Are bound for suicide.
While they themselves may miss the heat
Live high on hog’s best tokens,
Their children certainly will not
Escape the bloody tide.
And God, I hate to say so but
I fear we eat our children,
Blind faith in technological
Advance could be our end.
A reverence for Nature has
Just vanished from our culture,
The only truth remaining is…
‘Just how much can I spend? ’
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