A Poetic Plea

Where once we heard sweet land of thee I sing
Now choirs of corruption cacophonies fling
To fields of voters, compost to their corn,
That when the minds, like stalks, are ripe with scorn
For logic, fairness, facts or true debate –
As if repeated lies a truth create
and vermin from manure self-generate
Or G-d’s confined to reflect their mirrored hate –
the choirmaster reaps those minds engrossed, and duped
by mantras of terror spun and endless looped.
The sirens’ deceit, an objective press,
Who mimic, then lure, opine and digress,
And so confuse the conscience with the news,
Unctuous pundits pontificating ooze.
Who knew that Katrina, the perfect storm
For heck of a job excuses to perform,
Would levees like trust under-funded and breached –
Incompetence proved but not yet impeached?
For while a city and a region drowned
The choirmaster ate cake, guitared and clowned.
When dog-faced terror escapes and reasons fade,
Hide failure, divert, invade and invade;
Poison the mushrooms with a doubt of cloud
The smoking gun weaves democracy’s shroud –
Make policy by fiat, have it fixed,
Spayed with metaphors old, badly mixed.
Mission accomplished and scandals galore,
A nation gutted with political gore:
The rule of law Bush has and will distort -
How do we keep Alito from the court?
Ask not, ask who to trust when we must trudge
Through legal muck and oratorical sludge:
Who shall watch the watchers, who judge the judge?
Kerry has lit the filibuster fire
And river run again the swift boat’s ire:
Oh, we the people, do we not deserve,
A more perfect union from those who serve?
Hazard your vote, or hazard your career –
Which is worse, the destruction or the fear?
Obstruct or watch the Constitution bleed,
Like winter soldiers this imperial impede,
Let business stop, let the Senate debate
Before freedom and safety both suffocate.

(Feel free to distribute, even to Senators, with credit to GarthRanzz of DU.)

....sad, but true....