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Turkey In The Straw

I Scream Bigotry

There’s a song that keeps ringing in my ears these days.
As it plays innocently, my fond memories
Are of laughter. The years of my youth were carefree.
Unaware of how the tune has affected me
After decades, I now have a mental disease
That I welcome. It’s one that is worthy of praise.

The eeriest of earworms eats out at the mind.
Unobstructed by commonsense, it has control,
For the moment, of my worthiness to exist
In true freedom. I have the power to resist
The temptation to shuffle and play the dark soul.
The song has power over the one who is blind.

Ice cream is milk and honey. This land that I know
Is uncivil. The white hoods have now been removed.
Thankfulness for the story that is created
Is a challenge if its origin is hated
By the ones who only want conditions improved
For the whole. It would seem there’s a long way to go.

Grateful I am for who I am. Where I belong
Is where I am. The contrafacta may evolve
To the loudest dog whistle made for the turkey
In the straw of the barnyard of humanity.
Sins of ego I am most obliged to absolve.
Thankfulness is believing that nothing is wrong.

The Confederate Hillbillies

Nightmare Cowboy Saga

It’s a story ‘bout a nation and the ku klux klan
And of every kind of hatred that can be conceived by man.
On some land already taken, their own freedom they pursued
Through the power the musket and the will to delude.

Disenchanted, once they got here, by too much diversity,
They decided this is not the way a country ought to be
So they came up with a system that we call democracy
But it’s only for the ones who are as white as they can be.

They believe in white supremacy and Christianity
And the good old days of lawlessness and wholesale slavery
Only Christian Europeans deserve their own promised land
And to hell with any others who just will not understand.

Does this story have an ending? No! It keeps continuing.
A black chink upon our shining armor only does it bring.
If it’s not for social justice then for what does freedom ring?
Is it for that group of rednecks who find fault with everything?

So, the future of this troubled nation could be seen as bleak.
Firearms and civil unrest are the only ways to speak
And like cowboys in the wild west, those gold nuggets that they seek
Are the ones that come from Russia. This does make us rather weak.

But there’s always hope that human nature will evolve someday
In a way that’s all inclusive and in much less disarray
Every citizen among us has the blessed right to be
In the bounty of a healthy and a sane society.

Bombs Bursting In Air

Surreal Celebration

Am I not patriotic if I can’t believe
That the red glare holds anything close to his heart
But the fall of the nation? Bombs Bursting In Air
Is an image of hope for those deep in despair
Because their independence makes them not a part
Of the whole they belong to. I’m not so naïve.

The incendiary nature of air warfare
Evolved into poetic expression because
Of what took place in Baltimore some time ago.
They defied the attack of the British, we know.
We commit that to memory and give applause
To the brave ones who fought hard that threat from the air.

It’s an ongoing story. We still are at war
With ourselves while the British we’ve made an ally
‘Til the red glare destroys that, as he tends to do
At the whim of his leader who he bows down to.
What’s become of this land now is such a far cry
From what had been intended. What hell is in store?

What bursts now is pandemic. A fever descends
Upon us with a viciousness unparalleled
In our vast human history. And the red glare
Is a constant reminder to all who must care
That we take back our freedom that now is withheld.
We shall not see the day when democracy ends.

Power To Make A Difference

Enhanced Ability To Influence Others

Some may state with conviction that we have no rights.
And it’s true. We all know it yet say it’s not so.
It’s a knee jerk reaction. We don’t speak the worst
Because it’s not ‘appropriate.’ Strong is the thirst
For exposing all falsehood and every sideshow
That’s designed to deceive as our patience ignites.

Worked up into a fever and hitting the streets
In attempting to cause change to happen is bold.
Like the shades of a rainbow we channel the light
Of a new understanding. We gain more insight
Into what works in contrast to what’s become old.
We can’t watch life on TV while drunk in our seats.

All the power within us combines to confront
What we know as injustice in broadest daylight.
We need not match the arrogance offered by those
Of the current crime syndicate. We do oppose
The defeat of democracy. That Is Our Right.
Can we wait while establishment pulls the next stunt?

Our authority natural is by decree.
Proclaiming We The People are stronger than they
Who are few and untidy in how they behave,
We will yet come together to ride the new wave
Of compassion and sanity. Unto that day
We will act much in unison and with esprit.

Great Individual – Great Society

TheMagicRealist.com

Geographically, nations protected from war
By a body of water or rough mountain range,
Did experience times of peace more than did most.
Wartime, now superficial, is our glaring host.
To ignore that we’ve been screwed is something most strange.
Battles fought now are done so behind the closed door.

But, nestled within warfare are pockets of peace
Wherein we allow ourselves to grow and evolve,
Through enlightened electorate, society
Most abundant in resources. Yet, are we free
If we don’t know which problem we need to resolve
Above all others such that much warring will cease?

A Great Society is built from inside out.
From our Best Individual, we form the best
That a nation can call itself. If I can be
But the best superhero to self and country,
Then my loyalty is freely put to the test.
Of the greatness of this nation I have no doubt.