I’m oh-so-done with the darkness and gloom
so ready to disregard heralds of doom

for greener pastures, sweeter natures
softer scenes and lesser dangers.

But can I, should I, turn away,
pretend it’s not happening every day —

the fabric and flesh of American dreams
aren’t being gutted, torn loose at the seams?

So much vicious carnage, fresh blood every day,
pooling, congealing, while most look away.

I gawk and claw and scream at the trends,
try to wake neighbors, coworkers and friends;

but so few are listening, so lost in their role:
red-blooded Americans losing their soul

to their man and his crony who’s bleeding them dry
of things they would normally never abide:

like liberty, bank accounts, morals, good sense
how long will they sit and forget self defense —

(that right they hang hats on
campaigns on,
their money and more).

How long ‘til it becomes
an ironical right that
the blindly-following right
have hanged themselves —
and every last one of us –
on?