Politics and holy stains
John Roberts John Roberts
won’t you come over
break thru those chains free
if only it was a game and we were children
if only we could stop this Bork clone
by holding hands and never let go
Let the questions begin
“I’m happy to answer questions
and refuse to answer those
No answer concerning Roe vs Wade
No answer IS an answer John Roberts
rehabilitation not revenge
the little tribe tended their own
the larger the tribe the further they walked
from their own center
300 million members
out of 6.5 billion
turn around don’t drown
the spark that brings a child to life
does not die in the enemy/criminal worms outta wood
sometime somewhere along their life
the spark was snuffed but the ember lives
the ring of life is a sacred thing
from Tea Pot dome to Watergate
the sacred rights of freedoms imperiled
Federalist Bork avengers prepare…
applauding penguins echo party lines
Monday morning stoke the fire
little politicians in Washington
let go the tails of big politicians
protect we the people’s courts
start today
speak the voice of the statesman
you intended to become
now is a good day to come to the aid of the people.
(remembering Louie Armstrong)
what will this new species become
the first to comprehend their own mortality
fight for the day but live for tomorrow
sacrifice tomorrows for eternity
frenzy to witness disasters
affirmation: they die I live
Pharaohs knew enough
not to write down laws enabling
making up them as suits their whim
3,000 years it worked then
until the breaching of arid desert lands
in another fertile valley
who’s God was not man and laws were written
in stone no less, in the beginning,
the Voice of God coming, as they said,
into the heads of mortal man made prophet
predicting false prophets
preempting all future God claims
then along came Mohammad
embracing Jewish law and Christian law
adding one more: Usury Condemned
then along came Katrina
the levy breached – poverty exposed
pleading hearts crying for help
false prophets and profits rising
9/11 Pat Robertsons proclaims
allowed by God angry at America’s moral decay
as they build Crystal Temples
(live in glass house don’t throw stones)
Pat’s reward: 66 million Katrina dollars
Jeffery Rosen
“have nots want something for nothing”
half the baby boomers’ blossoms
became precious children getting everything they want
half the baby boomers’ blossoms
became throw away children
in the bowels of New Orleans
New York, Chicago you name it
the bigger the metropolis the larger the slum age
having been swiftboated, peter-principled
follow the Turquoise Trail
leading away from leaden poisons
turquoise jazz man plays our blues and gives us hope
it is Louie who led us there
it is human angels that lead us home.
abject poverty here in the US of A
Lou Dobbs got it right
almighty leaders of both political parties
pocketing pork profits following orders
vote for this i’ll give you that
pennies for the pauper oil for the guzzlers
tax payers hard earned cash milked to
feed the Golden Calves
Pat Robertson mines diamonds
looping holes of exemptions
Bush failures receive medals
whistleblowers receive axes
give the people soma
pills to sleep by
pills to energize
pills to maintain the status quo
zombies medicated to feel nothing
no sorrow, no pain, no joy
what now Miss America, Mr. Mrs. Ms.
our giant toilet bowl won’t flush
the cards are laid on the table
exposed to the eyes of the world
the great cities of Astrodomes
pass laws against panhandlers
on their shining streets of Gold
pass laws against bankruptcy
pass laws limiting Almighty Corporation’s liability
appoint judges to roll back
women’s rights to choose
Federalists Borks jump for Jesus
and right here in Silver City
lock steppers key a bumper sticker reading
“Who would Jesus bomb?”
There is no Giant Toilet King
no pie in the sky to feed the poor
disposable income is not in their vocabulary
blame is not a game it is a fact
America is the beautiful or it is the ugly
our eyes have seen the gory
of the poverty ignored
will we plant roses where misery has grown
gaited communities will not save the privileged
walls between countries will not give security
to peoples who require slaves to survive
slaves to create wealth for the idle rich
he waits, the poet writes,
for the return of the roses.
Second Blessing diamond mines not enough
evacuees not worthy of aid are demonized
save those members of his empire
King Bush elevates Robertson’s power
to collect alms
to the level of the Red Cross
delusions of grandiosities’ ultimate extreme
is claiming the voice of God’s authority
to amass a personal fortune.
nine days
and i can’t go home tonight
they do not toll the bells
the thirsty horse only laps the water
innately knowing it’s toxicity will kill
politicians roil and boil
their leader calls it a game
later will be soon enough to play
corporate greed with giant machines
scream at how much it will cost
to put $2,000 in the victims hands
amounting to maybe 4 million $’s
even as politicians ram thru
58.1 billion $’s with no accountability
and with the understanding
there will be more more
bring in the sawdust the dance is staggering
cut the bootstraps the boys are flying
honey has been replaced with oil
burning waters burning bushes
nine days and counting
all the missing motherless children
all the broken hearted fathers
wolves at our doorsteps howling
it was not Katrina
is was our collective
and individual response
high drama of disaster
the punch line
the final scene
before the waking up
“The people of New Orleans understand the fruit
of the trickle down theory – here it comes again,
they are getting TRICKLED ON!” – mR. sMITH in Washington
Hear the clanging voices
blame the lazy poor of New Orleans
Queen Barbara Bush spouts her version
of let them eat cake “Those poor people
in our Huston Astrodome
are better off now than they were
in their squalid homes”
20 thousand displaced human beings
in one gigantic arena
cots all lined up in a neat row
children lost to parents
wives lost to husbands
Bow to Barbara people of the realm
especialamente those who found their homes
in the bowels of oil barons oil supply
there is fire on the water of New Orleans
even as callers to C-SPAN
debate whether they want the news media
to show the dead bodies as they are pulled from their homes
the nursing homes, the abandoned hospitals
400,000 jobs lost but they are the poor
they don’t get the jobs to rebuild New Orleans
all Hail Haliburton, the Screw-up of Iraq.
Peter-Principled!
they parted the waters and grew The Big Easy
in hurricane alley the poor consigned to lowland
lands so low feet below sea level
how many years of warnings of the levies failing
how much money trickled down not enough
turn around don’t drown
happy birthday Trent Lott
coming October 9th
64 i make it
16 years in the House
in your 16th year in the Senate
Katrina and it’s aftermath is firmly in your hands
the whole world is now watching every dollar
snatched from the compassionate American heart
how soon can we hear
“I will not run again?”
What happens when minus C boy gets Peter Principled
and Peter Principles the head boy of FEMA
Who the billionaires who dangle the strings
of the millionaire polecat politicians.
The Buck is not a fast track to the top
it is a local, stops for every point of abused power,
only ending at the West Wing.
The Sun doesn’t smile on your Ol’ Miss home Mr. Lott
and from the Gulf of Mexico oil
those who gained the most the most is expected
smiles come after the rain
and dues are paid.
Facing the gauntlet George Bush speaks
to Katrina victims:
“The light’s commin’. I know you can’t see it.
I know I can’t see what you’ve been thru,
but light is coming.
“My mind is on Mississippi now
and Trent Lott on my strings.”
oops, he only said the first part
i’m party of the second part
How in the world did we get off
with the power of one man
to appoint the chief judge
of the highest court of this, our land
with only two years court experience?
Where did the intent of the separations of power
and judges with a lifetime job
goof up the mostest?
Why oh why oh lawdy or anybody who can answer…
Judges can, with longevity, presumably, become wiser
yet, the most senior judge on the highest court of the land
does not become the Chief Judge
why o why ohio
we left so long ago
there’s nothing to rhyme no rhythm to hold
there they go!!!
Pumping the toxic water in the streets of New Orleans
into Lake Ponchartrain already learning
one man’s skin developed a horrible rash with contact
don’t eat the fish, don’t drink the water
it’s getting soupy
what you say is the temperature of the Gulf Waters
today?
Does the moon shine tonight on Charlie Chaplin
my nails are clacking they need a whacking
the bones on the Mississippians
little Fairy Jumper oh alone alone
mouth of Mississippi
to the bowels of New Orleans
flushing into the Gulf of Mexico
the Rio Grande
flushing in from Matamoros
Katrina blowback messages
‘I’m coming, evacuate”
and they did the class with cars
no minimum number of riders required
while public transportation
school buses
city buses
subsidized Amtrak
still demanded the coins of the realm
to escape Katrina
Burning Bush’s army took charge
FEMA took charge
BB refusing all foreign aid
FEMA refusing permits to medical facilities in place
orders of “Shoot to Kill”
looters that have no food, no water
Les Miserables,
it’s so cold here among the living.