Powerless and Proud

I tried to the stop the climate change
I tried to stop the war
I tried to stop addiction 
From my spot on the tavern floor
I used to fight the good fight
I don't do that anymore
'cause I'm powerless
And god dammit, I'm proud

I used to have opinions
That were of a certain ilk
My arguments, all polished
My reasoning, smooth as silk 
You can drink your quart of Kool-Aid
And call it chocolate milk –
Me I'm powerless, 
And God damnit, I'm proud 

We like to think
Like to think we know the score 
Screaming from our windows:
I won't take it anymore!
With the subtlety of billboards
And logic, bottom-drawer 
When deep inside, we know
We're full of bull at the core 

I saw placards, I heard slogans 
Spouting in the market square
In the exurb of a suburb 
Of affluent Montclair 
The banality of platitudes
Rises from one's derriere 
So be powerless 
And God damnit, be proud
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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