Approaching Independence Day
If I'm mortified by the reality of government-sponsored wiretapping,
Because it makes me sufficiently paranoid
To look for bugs in my telephones and modem and toilet...
If I find displaying, on my lapel, symbols and signs
Of my belief in things unseen — abstract concepts, ideologies —
Somewhat silly, lockstep stupid, obtuse...
If I get aggravated, agitated, more than occasionally,
By some of the foreign policies my country promulgates,
Arrogantly force-feeding freedom, democracy, down others' throats,
When, in all too transparent truth, fact, and deed,
All we're really doing is covering our asses,
By not letting sovereign nations undermine our selfish interests...
If I tremble, with trepidation, even in — especially in — my dreams,
From Second Amendment reinterpretations
Igniting society's desire to reenact the Wild West,
Carry concealed six-guns (now assault rifles)
In church, at athletic contests, the movies, restaurants,
At babies' baptisms, coming-of-age sons' bar mitzvahs...
If I get even crazier, with deep disbelief and outrage,
When pondering how our omniscient Congress
Could have authorized a chronic moron to initiate Shock and Awe
Against a shadow enemy that only ever really existed
In the blindered minds of a junta of warmongering neocons,
Who'd already been passed over by the village idiot's father...
If I see affirmative action, closing corporate-tax loopholes,
And a woman's innate, sacred right to abortion as givens,
See faith-based initiatives as inimical to separation of church and state...
If, finally, I don't seem to sit in your pew, on Sunday,
Or end up on the right side of the aisle,
When red-blooded Americans weigh in, does that make me unpatriotic?
Am I selling my country short, out?
Am I being a poor sport, a sore loser, an ungrateful asshole,
A curmudgeonly maverick bastard with a subversive axe to grind?
Often, the past seven years, I've asked myself these questions,
Wondering if I'm not living under siege, in a nation where, soon,
I'll be seeing posters that read, "Big Dubya Is Watching You."
07/03/08 - (1)
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