Tuesday, November 04, 2008

6:28PM Election Day 2008
4 years ago I was naïve.
I chose to believe.
I acted on conviction,
Represented my heart with full distinction.
Sick of the world. Fighting for change.
Got caught up in hope
I couldn’t maintain
Levity in an unfair world,
I begged for folks to be heard,
The injustices would stop,
I thought… we were smarter than not.
But with electronic machines
And without paper trails,
The momentum prevailed.
The wrongness prevailed.

Repeated mistakes by the people
Fighting for decreased rights of the people
Does it ever.. change – whatever the face?
Whoever it is that wins this race?
Is there reason for me to believe,
Beyond thundersticks or magic tricks revealed,
That democracy prevails in the face of
Tyrannical hail,
The oppression from fear…
What do they matter, the numbers we near
If Wednesday’s just like Monday
Without the bickering ads or
the pundits’ play-by-play?

Presidents have come, and presidents have left,
But the same suspects are the same victims
Victimizing ourselves in rhythm,
And propositions and legislation
Keep passing in the eyes of the constitution’s devastation.
4 years ago, we fought for the same,
The economy, the war, the shame
Of democracy’s endorsement of the dissolution
Of civil right,
The same old fight. The same old fight.
4 years ago is 4 years fast foward,
4 years ago is today. It’s Tuesday,
And to what do what to look toward?

Today is a new day of the same old,
Same old struggles with the future of the people sold,
To the same 5% who have controlled the world,
The ones with the money and agendas unfurled.
So tell me, again, why my anxiety
should be anything but given their puppetry
given that society
keeps telling we,
that only certain people, with certain ideas
and certain bank accounts
deserve equality
in our mythical land of liberty.
Tell me what stones we have left to throw
At the folks we don’t want to know
And want to keep swept into a corner
Adept in the corner so we continue not to know
Or to understand or to bestow
Rudimentary human decency
Because today, like 4 years ago, we don’t know what that means.

There are the faces, the ages, the situations
The bad choices, the lack of atonement, the insinuations
The grieving, the leaving,
The heartbeats lost to the sheathing
Of swords fought in modern day crusades,
Why decide to pray if you’re just hoping for hate today?
The hearts broken, the hope taken, the children left sick,
Because their parents are given tricks.
Criminalization and fingers pointed.
It’s not us. It’s them. We say. With their guiltiness anointed.
They’re wrong. We’re right. Is that right?
Why are we so eager to incite instead of pushing for insight?
Is this what is supposed to excite me?
4 years after I hoped upon hope for the best in society.
And got the least.

Should I expect more than another defeat?

Because 4 years from now, is there any proof
That all this, just won’t
Repeat?

Ulam cooked @ 6:28 PM

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