So, a rich surfer kid with multiple degrees
whacks a rich CEO of a health insurance company
and suddenly he's the robin hood of the A.I generation
feeding the blood of the rich and greedy
to the uninsured and needy.(top that Greta Thunberg)
Folks this is simply another facet of
the redistribution of wealth
Part of the great reset that they had promised us.
Where the middle class pays the premiums of the poor
getting hammered once again.
While the elites and forever politicians
watch the widening division
from atop the insider trading hill
a thickening layer of sedimentation
Far above the unfruited flood plain
unblemished.
A message - doom for people uninsured,
the ancient mentor, Jeremiah spoke.
For forty years he forcefully endured
rejection every day, pariah's yoke.
The weeping prophet cried to heedless folk.
While God's own nation full of doubt and fears
had heard the somber message whereupon
insurance (trust in God) they spurned for years.
At last, eviction: grace and hope foregone.
It's due, captivity in Babylon.
The Showing—2015
(Apropos an Exhibition of the Times)
The hand of time paints
Upon the canvas of fleeing life;
Each stroke, a unique highway traveled.
Choices of both happiness and strife,
Chasing unanswered complaints:
Leaving weary twisted minds raveled.
Faith hangs audaciously on the walls of hope;
The easel of truth wobbles on uninsured slopes.
Gone are the masterpieces of peace. Gone
To rotten fields of shattered dreams;
Unleashed wanton terrors freely roam;
Justice torn apart at its tattered seams;
Yet liberation gestates in the galley of redemption.
Days of injustice are numbered and without exemption.
Where would we be without
Martin Luther King?
We would be living
in the biggest lie created by society.
A country with a lower cast
of people that are not
"We the people"
We would not be "United States"
And this would not be a "Perfect Union"
Words only cannot "Establish Justice"
And we would not have had
uninsured "Tranquility"
Martin Luther King "Provided
for the Common Defence"
"Promoted the General Wellfare"
and "Secured the Blessings of
Liberty"
"For ourselves and our Posterity"
and this established a "Constitution"
a claim justified by a group of facts
proving that our original intent
was more than a promise
It was also a prophecy
And these "United States of America"
would lead the world
in the direction of liberty
with justice for all
Such promises you made when asking for our vote
But it’s been a year and your vows are now remote
What happened to removing troops from the Mideast
And finding the right recipe for economic relief
Hungry families still living in shabby tents
Unemployed fathers pounding streets as they vent
New foreclosure signs are erected every day
As in Washington with our dollars leaders play
That gleam in your eye once inspired us to have hope
But middle-class tax breaks were not enough to cope
With rising prices at the pumps and in food stores
The uninsured yet sit on emergency room floors
Though you still seem to feel you have us hoodwinked
Betrayal is sensed by those struggling on the brink
We now look to you with accusatory eyes
Wondering how we consumed your pack of lies
Perhaps your intentions were good but believe us
You are not our Savior; His name was Jesus
Although we remain “one (stressed) nation under God”
In your next campaign you won’t get our nod
We’ll just take our cause to a far higher Power
Because in politicians, our trust has been soured
Dedicated to ALL of the politicians who made promises that have not been fulfilled.
Feeling disjointed--disconnected--a steel wall's
been erected, inhaling air in my lungs, words roll
off my tongue--I can see their lips moving--
voices disapproving, trying to comprehend amid
confusion without end--
act normal--just pretend everything's alright,
haven't lost my will to fight,
gotta' stay employed as long as I can,
yeah, I'm working for the man,
but brain surgery ain't free--it's a matter of degree--
how long I'll be out--more than 3 months, no doubt,
in false sympathy they nod, then take away my job,
TERMINATED-UNDER-RATED-DEVASTATED-BERATED-OUT-DATED
and soon UNINSURED, symptoms unheard,
class of citizen: THIRD.
Wanna' be invisible?
I'll tell you the trick:
lose your job 'cause you got sick.
©Danielle White
I WANT TO FEEL IT ALL:
every broken heart's beat
every uninsured casualty
the pleas of a mousetrap's tenant
with no compassion
and no company but its dislocation
I want to shed every tear
and bleed from every wound
to mourn each voided order's death
and bury myself in mono-nucleosis first kisses
to live in a nest of unreturned phone calls
and AIDS contestants playing musical chairs
(i want to be the one left standing)
to see through these tastebuds
and gnaw my feeding hand
to be able to love you and know we are the SAME
to have the thought and hope that there is something more for me
im grateful for the possibilty