I’m twisted inside at what’s happening here.
We gave in to the mob though their cause was unclear.
As they’d hoped, we averted our eyes and went on
keeping time to the sound of their merciless drum.
Now we’re over that cliff. Who knew lemmings could fly?
Oh, they can’t? I guess that’s why we’re so contrite.
We hit bottom and turned to each other in hope.
Then we realize we’d given them all of our rope
thinking they’d make a noose for themselves. They hung us
out to dry, on a limb, on a hook, or a truss.
Now here we swing while they dance down below
and they’ve brought us their broken ideals in tow.
“What shall we do?” we all scream in despair
as we dangle here just like a brace of march hares.
Well, we probably should learn to cooperate,
get ourselves off of this hook post-haste.
But we just throw blame. You blame me. I blame you.
We keep fighting. There’s nothing at all we can do.
So the marchers go, pockets full of change.
“Your objections are bigoted” they will explain.
What’s the answer? We know we should all just consent
to the plan of our forefathers’ first document.
Constitutional law, as you know does not fail
unless the balances tell you the check’s in the mail.
- A Revolutionary Tale… (secretsi.wordpress.com)