This Is Not Who We Are. Or, Is It?

We the people, the American people,
My fellow Americans: Who the hell
Are we? You’re out there, I can hear
You and read you every day now. but
The “we” has vanished, not with the wind,
But by the hand of the ruling elite.
Themselves a piece of the global
Market’s club of billionaires and the
Professional class serving them, in
Government. law, medicine, education.
Industry and the media, the muscle in the
Visible hand that shapes our public and
Private lives with magic, trickery, deceit
And skill, their message, our snake oil.
Change has been on the way, always
On the way, never delivered, technical
Difficulties have delayed our salvation.
So, be patient, just one more time, as
You choose the lesser of two evils the
Umpteenth time, ’cause who knows, this
Time may be our lucky time and  those
Happy days will be here again. Time to
Have another cup of coffee, another
Piece of pie.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 10th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.