Abandonment

by | Mar 21, 2021 | Political

A sad reflective USA
Abandonment they feel
Leadership that’s side-tracked
Obscuring what “IS REAL’

Abandonment pervasive
Felt ‘hind every door
Media, a player
Leveling the score

Obfuscation of the facts
Bending of the truth
Fabricating lies
While calling up the troops

Protection, told, of terrorists
Living off our land
In reality, our, leadership
Afraid to take a stand?

Is it favors that you’re trading?
To pay a distant debt?
That’s lead to a myopic state
Or, something different yet?

Surely there’s a conscience
In a heart that’s beating still. . .
Can’t you see your actions
has our spirit almost killed?

After all, its’ Spirit
That has made us great
But, your undermining tactics
Will seal the U.S. fate

Conquered by its’ leadership
A legacy gone bad
A history of infamy
With lineage drawn and sad

Somewhere, in the wings
Hidden from plain view
The movers and the shakers
Who have quaked the likes of you

But nothing is that’s covered
Shall go that’s undetected
Cancer growing silently
In death will be reflected

Pragmatism has its’ place
As reality comes to call
Humility finds a rightful place
In conjunction to the fall.

But time, it’s marching on
And the changes take its toll
A new plan be devised
So, it’s think-tanks on a roll

Healthcare again the answer
Speculation on the rise
To make it pay for deficits
A plan leaders would devise

Paternal in appearance
Perception is the key
To sell a bill of goods
To a public, on its’ knees

”Everyone needs its’ value!’
To protect the very whole
INSURANCE is the answer
Acceptance is the goal

A penalty for its absence
Will cough up quite a lot
The brain-child of insanity
To what our nations brought

Why not add a penalty
For being much too fat?
Since its money that you’re after
A percentage set as flat. . .

Or, penalize the jobless
For not taking care of bills
It’s their fault for not looking
Blame them for your ills

The writings on the wall
The graffiti is so stark
Money’s buying favor
In the shadow, in the dark

Our interest, of no concern
As self-interests coming first
Washington, its’ own community
With a diabetic thirst

Reciprocity has no boundaries
A butterfly in flight
Can cause a climate change
In the middle of the night

Money doesn’t insulate
Only seems to raise one high
Lending false perception
What ‘IS REAL’ thus gets denied

Hell is not a distant place
That someday we will be
Conceptual misperception
A context misperceived

But, rather, it’s right here and now
Born of separation
Ego misdirection
Marking deterioration. . .

It’s history you are making
And it’s not looking very good
Dismantling of a nation
As failure, understood.

12/31/09

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)