Tie-dyes, Freedom fries, and Sickly Lies
And there were protestors, once upon a time,
And they chanted in a kind of rhythmic rhyme.
And some wore colored glassy beads;
Some wore green and purplish tie-dyes.
And they spoke of people’s needs.
And childish, foolish things like that.
“Well, hit ‘em with a baseball bat.”
The oil tycoons didn’t want to hear of warming global,
Cutting near term profits? Pathetically disloyal.
A true accounting for the cost of raping earth?
Pathologically insisting on a birth?
Will we let them write the final chapter of
The U S A?
Will we let forget the fights before and throw—
Throw it all away?
There was a time of Freedom Fries
A time of endless love, bespoken trees,
Freon bands, designer drugs and endless ‘Why?’s
The time of hurricanes, fires, endless freeze.
Tornado and flood, mudslide and drought.
A time when planetary ruin was up in the air
And the greed and the fair balanced to nought
Invented a lie machine—corrupt without care.
Will we let them write the final chapter of
The U S A?
Will we let forget the fights before and throw it—
Throw it all away?
The thickly laid, sticky, sickly lies
Reverberated through the Gerrymandered land
And things that anybody rich enough disliked were banned,
The mud grew thick as irony within their sties.
And in the time of Freedom fries, and sickly lies…
In the time of aqua tie-dyes and reverberating lies…
When hypocrisy reigned supreme across the states
And freedom itself, (never mind the fries)
Became a goal too lofty for a nation of prideful boys;
Democracy became a thing to break like plastic toys
Just to show we god-damned can so there!
And stomping feet and screaming without care.
Will we let them write the final chapter of
The U S A?
Will we let forget the fights before and throw it all—
Throw it all away?
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