Someone Please Fight For Me
P.S. Fuck ICE
Welcome to Poetry Sunday. I usually say this is “the day when I post something cringe, dumb, and mercifully short.” However, today’s post is very important to me, is thought out, and is certainly not short. I hope you will forgive me. I initially had a completely different poem planned which I posted to my notes, which you can see here.
This week’s edition is brought to you by indignant rage!
If I do nothing, can I still be righteous
There are reasons why I can't join the cause
You must understand, but I can't explain
Nothing would make me happier than to fight
But my arms have been amputated
My legs have been blown off by land mines
I need tomorrow but can't help bring it
I have been trapped in yesterday
By evil forces beyond my control
Different forces entirely
Yet they are deeply connected
To the forces you must fight today
Am I obligated to fight with this outsized risk
When you didn't fight with me
Or is that not important in the grand scheme of things
It's cold
As if the sky blew these winds in to mark a change
Whether that change be good or bad is all too important
Still, I cannot join
But I wish you well
And I plead to you
"Please save us!"
I had a little more to say today which doesn’t exactly fit into Poetry Sunday, but I wanted to get it out here anyway.
Yesterday the world witnessed a gang-style execution. Fake cops, emboldened by fascists, took it upon themselves to be judge, jury, and executioner. The crime? Trying to help a woman who was being abused.
This murder was presented to us from more angles than are available for a touchdown challenge in an NFL game.
Despite the fact that there was a full 360-degree view of this tragedy, we were treated to yet another display of complete lies that would have made Satan himself blush.
Kristi Noem, who looks like a pale version of the Wicked Witch of the West without an umbrella in a rainstorm, lied.
The leader of the lollipop guild/Erwin Rommel cosplayer, Gregory Bovino, lied.
Shockingly, even diabetes incarnate, Donald Trump, lied. (Probably whilst gripping his unearned participation Nobel Peace trophy.)
Delusional cult followers lied, too.
They all see it, don't let them fool you. They see their own hypocrisy. They see their own boot-licking. The same people who cared so deeply about the 2nd Amendment for years are now blaming someone who legally carried a gun, and didn't even unholster it, for his own murder. They were happy to defend everyone's right to a gun every time children were murdered in schools, parishioners were murdered at church, music fans were murdered at concerts. Yet, now that it conflicts with the only thing that matters to them, their fealty to their false god, they conveniently couldn't give two fucks.
I suggest we call them on it. You might not think it makes a difference, but if it makes them even one iota uncomfortable then it is worth it. Let them wallow in their miserable lives.
Alex Pretti didn't need to be shot. Just as Renee Good didn't need to be shot.
And if you think they somehow deserved their fates then instead of licking a boot, I encourage you to come lick my dirty asshole.
Fuck you.
Fuck those ICEis terrorists.
Fuck the bro podcasters who are also highly culpable for normalizing a psychopathic dictator wannabe.
Fuck the billionaires who put their own place on a fake leaderboard of wealth ahead of the interests of society.
And especially fuck these megalomaniacal, kleptocratic, narcissistic, nihilistic, misogynistic, racist fucks that got elected because of "vibes" about the economy.
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