Nattering Nabobs of Negativism
(Spiro T. Agnew Looks In A Mirror)
Tea party’s lasting epitaph
The “walking dead” today
Reactionary to the core,
At home, at work, at play,
All Muslims truly terrorists
Might strike next in my town,
Why try to hide your racist heart
Just greet them with a frown
No stranger ever gain our trust,
They might have ill intent
Sweet Liberty’s scrap turned to rust
And brother love long spent!
Let’s do what we accuse them of
Paint Muslims with one brush
As Donald roasts the temple’s dove
On fires stoked by Rush.
Conservatism blown to hell
By rabid dogs of fear,
Hyena’s on self-righteous right
With blood from ear to ear
True monsters feeding on their own
With public left aghast,
Like mongrels fighting for a bone,
All manners in the past.
How many millions do they need,
The middle class striped bare
The one percent caught up in greed,
Like deer in headlight’s glare!
Oh how can I unravel rhyme
Or trump the devil’s curse
The perils of a warming clime
Though Hell’s fire would be worse.
Republicans can only “No”
Have lost their faith in “Yes.”
The only compromise they know
Is one they won’t confess.
For death to them is Left not Right,
Though they still have two hands
But those who want to be their friend
Must yield to their demands.
For Satan’s taught the Right to fear,
For flesh and not for soul,
What’s safe is maximizing wealth,
Your health is not their goal.
Like bobbleheads they ply their craft
This world is just a frame,
And all they really care about
Is who is left to blame!
Brian Johnston
December 10, 2015
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment