yet another email from my dad to us,
his ever loving kids,
I wonder this.
Why did pater send it?
We’ve seen, we’ve heard
the trickle down nostalgia
for the good ol’ days
with Reagan at the wheel.
Dad knows how I feel.
His ruly children nod and smile --
the rest of us have turned our nodding sideways,
our smiles turned upside down
by homeless millions leaving town.
Is he hoping for some latter day conversion?
Wasn’t there ballooning debt
and unrestrained expenditure on war
in days of yore with Reagan king?
But that was war!
And now, they say, is socialist upending to
the status of our quo
by a savior who is secretly
our foe.
Religion clouds the vision, this is true.
The banks and lobby lords
who hold the purses
masquerade as kindly nurses
on the battlefield
attending to our wounds.
Take heed before you swoon
for any mortal with a mortuary tune.
The tired, the poor, the yearning to be free
are on the street,
our recollections incomplete.
Bojangles on my feet, I hit delete.
Photo credit White House Photographic Office
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