Voter's Remorse
If roses are red
then violets are blue.
If you were as dumb as me
you'd have voted for Trump too.
This election just past,
I never wanted to sin
but I'm so tired of Losing wars
when Earth's climate needs to Win.
I needed to act
not just say what we say
a little co-operation
could re-landscape my entire day.
If hunters are red
our gatherers feel blue
'cause I was as dumb as the sea
voting for the ocean
as Earth's TrumpDump for you.
I need to say sorry
to all who are not white male Plutocrats.
Sorry to gay and lesbian and hag,
feminist cultural diversity
turns from riches to rags
now deemed unworthy to wave
red, white-only, and so-so blue flags.
I'm sorry for nations and nature
now stuck with us.
We're now disuniting
when Earth needs to be health-cured
more than our tired school bus
toward further learning
how to compete unto death.
If roses are meat red
and violets trump teen pregnant Marian blue,
I'm so so sorry
I let down angry red climate you
and ultra-violet octaves
reweaving resonance too.
When roses are no longer my red
and violets are no longer you blue,
then we might transubstantiate,
to see better purples
as all flowering beauties do.
I should have known
the Party for health of business bottomless lines
would not make my health care,
or even economic security,
their deeply held divine
non-scare
Not health care for women and children,
all the children of the World,
red and yellow,
black and white,
they are not so precious
in Trump's blinded sight.
I knew when I did it
my Jesus loving Mom never would have.
Republican by Christian Evangelical birth-rite,
she would not have voted for wealth care
of Publican and Pharisee bottom lines,
especially those insuring and financing further investments
in war-profiteering
military-industrial-agribusiness
complexly self-interested deposits,
which she defined as rackets and mayhem,
when she could find any other choice for her vote
more friendly to health care and security
of Jesus' multiculturing kids
not for leaving behind.
If roses are red
and violets are blue
I would have listened to Mom's Jesus Spirit,
instead of Dad's Red-Paranoid 1950's Terror
and desperate DiSpirit
regarding 1960's Lose health and safety
multiculturing condemnations
of Plutocratic White Gods of War
and sexual exploitation,
homophobia and fake, ecopolitically sold-out, Christianity
while Gaia was, and remains, clearly on both sides of optimal health
and security
of women and children of all species,
and other polypathic ecological nutrition-lovers
of healthy kids,
red and yellow,
black and white,
roses and violets in Her sight.
If roses were red blue
and violets were blue red
how much easier it could be
to see inside each cooperatively intended head.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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