What if he's like
the mask an airplane
lets down in the event
of a looming catastrophe
dispensing
vital oxygen? What if we
are oblivious to the
rescue offered?
We push away this
sustaining substance
because we find
the equipment’s
delivery system
(yellow plastic held by elastic)
unpalatable.
We prefer
to suffocate as we crash
to the tune of foreign,
unfamiliar
calls to worship crying out
to a god we
do not know while our
own remains uninvited. This
(anthem parenthesis)
cocoons angry women
who in tender
moments administer rituals
to initiate each other
into wearing modesty
by way of
hijab - draping
our American flag
around their heads
and necks as a symbol -
consenting, ironically,
and (un)knowingly
to sharia law.
I'm going out on a limb (naked) by writing this - because I'm disturbed to my core. The core I didn't even know I had! I did not vote out of discouragement and hopelessness. After some digging, I'm wishing I had voted for Trump after all. Hate me too, if you will.
I'm confused with the hatred toward him and the hatred displayed by the women's marches.
I'm confused with the hatred toward him and the hatred displayed by the women's marches.
4 comments:
You're a brave soul, Kathleen.
Thank you Sir Glynn. I wrote it in fear and trembling, but was compelled.
In fear and trembling I'm compelled to ask some questions because I'm confused.
How is Trump like oxygen?
What is the coming crash about?
Perhaps the answers to those questions will shed light on the rest of the poem.
Analogies are difficult sometimes, but your explanation was even more baffling.
I don't get it.
Thank You!
Your friend,
Kevin
Kevin, perhaps I'm mixing metaphors? Poetic license? I've mainly been non political all my life and suddenly feel like having a strong opinion. Mostly because these days I just want to make sure I'm NOT identified with the new feminists, the popular politically correct, and I don't agree with the liberal media/population or the people who believe that we can't have our own opinions and perhaps disagree. This was just my way of doing that. There are so many lies and untruths. I resent it. My common sense and critical thinking is amazed at the crazy things being said. Call me and we can talk. :)
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