Interminable the accolades
for an America at the barricades.
Such specialness, such hope, such opportunity.
We, we, we the people interminably,
the real document inoperative.
What is this about, this presidential rant?
About gays, blacks, latinos, unity and all the immigrants.
Just what is this about!
This too familiar verbal romp.
This sanctimonious blindness.
This faux bonhomie.
America, don’t you know anything?
He kills the world with language
And not at all softly.
Wake up America!
He’s killing your world too.
It’s his tired Nobel trick,
his linguistic Guantanamo.
Wise up America!
His “We the people” kills.
With his murderous dronings
he kills the world’s children.
With his We the people
he sends death squads deep into the dark bad night.
With his We the people
he sells you to big money mobsters.
With his We the people
he swears his oath
With his We the people
he lunches with the grey-headed VIPs.
President Barry and Joey the veep
munching and lunching on bison,
the exterminated food of an exterminated race.
Fifteen million of them murdered and
nary a mention, nary a trace
at the VIP Luncheon
not one word of grace
from we the people.
James Ryan
21 January 2013
Inauguration Day for the 44th president of the United States of America
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