(This poem ran before but bears repeating.)
Dear Congress Members: (You Know Who You Are)
You sit on your backside hatching
political plots with sparks of flame
inside cities across America.
You waffle, twaddle, puke loyalty:
No truth to power
Untruth pummels truth
Smart people know the unspoken truth;
A boulder smashes a pickup truck
on Interstate Wherever
& we’re told it didn’t happen. Yeah, right?
Steam rises from your partisan sanctuary:
Political vendetta, spite, or hatred?
Binders of injustice, disrespect & prejudice
women, people of color, immigrants, lesbians, gays, transgenders
Consistency in raging, aging battle:
Brunt bacon with abortion rights in skillet
& you U-haul human rights to the grave
Wait for it. Wait for it. W-a-a-i-i-t-t.
Investigating bias of investigators in Russian probe,
sacking reality & Congress’s duties
No checks; no balance of power
No conclusive fact-finding for flagitiousness
You turn away from history, norms & legality
It’s democracy on suicide watch
Misogyny, sexual harassment, sexual assault
didn’t die with #MeToo
Waiting for the cool down? Huh?
Not this time. Women have had enough:
It’s after midnight;
Curfew’s over. Resistance burns like a Bic
We know who we are & we’ll fight for rights
in daylight & darkness till death
Dare not speak for us;
plug mouth with stone
& cover countenance
Oh, we forgot, shame died two years ago.
Grandfather’s clock isn’t broken.
Its rhythm rolls like a meandering brook
& partisan government drowns in muddy stream
As surely as sage sprinkles & saliva drips;
there’s diversity in polarization. People vote.
Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait for it. Keep waiting until…