March 26, 2020

When They Tell You Who They Are, Believe Them

(Not a poem so much as a cri de coeur from America)

when people tell you who they are...
believe them.
so far this "government" has told us:
they don't care about education.
they don't care about women.
they don't care about refugees.
they don't care about the poor.
they don't care about qualification to hold office.
they don't care about honesty.
they don't care about facts.
they don't care about people who aren't white.
they don't care about children.
they don't care about justice.
they don't care about the earth.
they don't care about the future.
they don't care about health.
they don't care about democracy.
they don't care about the sick.
and now, they have said, in no uncertain terms,
that they don't care about the elders.
they have made it perfectly clear
that all they care about is their money and their power,
both of which have come from us.
well, i believe them.
and i believe that it's time for us to tell them
who we are:
we the people,
and take it back.





2 comments:

  1. It's a pretty sad reflection of so many of our broken democracies that the above could refer to any number of govts beyond your own. You could certainly say that what you've written applies to my poor excuse for a govt here in Australia. And I mean, word for word.

    It's time. Yes. More than time.

    Warm wishes to you,
    Antoinette xxx

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    1. i've nearly lost my mind over so many statements and policies and general fuckwittery in the past four years...it's a miracle i have any mind left to lose at this point. but when that miserable texas governor said that the elderly don't matter, that they are likely happy to sacrifice themselves on the altar of our economy, and policy makers described the elders as "unproductive" and "a drain on resources"...well...i really lost it. they are absolutely no different from the nazis, and that is not hyperbole at this point.

      crikey. we're just so...betrayed. i'm constantly verklempt.

      stay well and sane, darling woman.

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