America, How I Weep
A Poem, by Shari Lopatin
©Shari Lopatin, 2016
How I weep for thee!
My once beautiful muse,
My distant refuge.
Your maternal embrace
Protected our grace, and welcomed
My family whole.
But now I stand atop your dream,
In cowardice and fear I glean …
We watch with haste,
And mourn the death of hope
America, when will you rise?
And crush the hate which I despise?
With this prayer,
I say to thee,
Revive the truth in us … in me.
Lately, it seems the world is occupying itself.
I’ve heard activists say they’re protesting everything from corporate greed (understandable) to gambling (OK, well maybe not this exactly, but something equally as ridiculous).
I get it, the world is ticked off. And they have every right to be. But I’m taking my own stance. I’m starting my OWN movement!
It’s called “Occupy Yada Yada Yada.” And here is a list of 20 things I’m protesting!
- Math, just math
- Politician signs on street corners
- Office-made coffee
- People who don’t use their turn signals
- I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter
- Reality T.V.
- Rest area toilet paper
- Frozen chicken nuggets inside vegetable bags
- Shag carpenting
- Eye boogers
- Sock fuzz and belly button lint (they’re cousins)
- Stores that don’t carry Andes Mints
- Obese squirrels
- The death of overalls
- Overgrown toenails
- And finally … no more Seinfeld episodes!
In honor of Occupy Yada Yada Yada, what do YOU hereby protest?
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