Okay... so the work is still a little rough. This poem is supposed to be apolitical. This poem is about the political process! If you think your politics will be offended, don't read it. (It's not even close to the election and already I am tired of the politicking)
Welcome to the Big Top
Calling barkers cry
"Watch
Promises of hope
Change to mud"
"Amaze as
Snake oil smiles
Pantomime
God bless America
God bless"
Cesspool scream
Goes unseen
In the “Three card monty” cry
“Red get you ahead, black set you
back”
Shifting current
Of moving cards
In dirty deft hands sprouting from every corner
Astute observers mimic shock
“They said black… could only mean
race!”
Magicians smile
In the fall for the take
And distraction make
it easy
For
Issues to be palmed
With
Crowd divided
So
Easily conquered
Oh so easily conquered
Must be about race
And never class
“Class! Class!”
Not in my America
Where the only class
Purposely Ill defined
But wisely placed
As
The one that counts
Is the one that is home to all
You find them at
The shopping mall
Save
The victims of poverty
Or
The villains of success
Gap toothed carnies
Love to stress
The comfortable
Endangered
Middle Class
In the middle
The middle of everything’
Storm and shelter
Up and down
High and low
Middle ground
They try to make the crowd reflect
For if they can be controlled
Then votes
They will collect
Welcome to the Big Top
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