The Freedom Caucus
The Freedom Caucus
Like staunch sentinels they stand
Around a center speaker, a white-haired man
With microphone poised and voice steady
To speak of a vote and not being ready.
“We have bad news regarding the bill
To fund more corruption, more dirty deals,
Just one more attack and another red pill.
We’re the Freedom Caucus,” says the man.
“We’re here today to take a stand
For a different outcome from the expected
By those falsely elected
For positive action instead of reaction
To blackmail, corruption, and greed.
They talk their big talk and lie well indeed.
Traitorous dealers, enemy’s seed.
We hate to say that it’s happened again.
We’re voting for trillions; it’s part of the plan.
Just some of the bad news regarding the bill.
The news is upsetting, another red pill.
Everything about it is wrong,
But we expected that all along.
Nothing about it is right.
We get a thousand-page bill in the middle of the night.
No time to read it, no time to fight.
We Remember Nancy, the twinkle in her eye,
‘You’ve got to pass it to read it. How dare question WHY!’”
Advance to the podium another one moves.
His chance for the camera looking all smooth.
He raises his voice and continues with passion
Stating his sorrow in satirical fashion,
“It’s sad that it has to be this way.
It’s time for a change we always say,
But here we are doing it again.
If we always surrender, we’ll never win.
There are some who legislate in disguise
Who pretend to be patriots on our side.
They talk a big talk, but it’s only for show.
They vote with the others and don’t want you to know.
Those are the ones who need to go.
We’re the Freedom Caucus; we mean what we say.
Watch who’s voting how at the House vote today.
Watch for the fake ones, the sly on-the-take ones
Listen carefully to their lies, false promises and compromise.
They’re a blackmailed body we recognize.”
The next speaker continues, but we know the drill
He offers us promises they’ll never fulfill.
“Reelect us and we will change things.
Reshape, renew and rearrange things.”
Yet it seems the Republi-CANS Cannot,
And the Republic’s sick from actions wrought.
Through deceptive means our freedoms spent.
We’ll look back and wonder where they all went.
They offer little hope for a different outcome.
Spreading like cancer into what we’ve become.
The land of the free, a dystopian nightmare,
A 1984 Orwellian fright scare.
How did we lose it? What does it all mean?
Whatever happened to the American dream?
~ Judy Bausch
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