Thursday, September 13, 2007

Poem - Hey Steve

Hey Steve Earle, when does the Revolution start,
who’s leading it?

Not Hillary. She’s got to protect her Wall Street cred.

Not Obama. He looks good and sounds good, but he’ll never upset the status quo.

Edwards can’t get much traction.

Kucinich, maybe, but Kucinich was DOA before he began.

People are thirsty for a message that speaks to them,
about them; they ache for relief from the heartless policies
and misplaced priorities of Cheney/Bush.

How poor do the poor have to be
how sick the sick
before our humanity kicks in?

People are working hard, playing by the rules,
losing ground,
in America,
land of the divided,
the distracted
and the indebted.

The wealthy and well-connected don’t listen to us.
Why should they?
They own the game and the rule makers.

They ignore us with impunity.

They don’t live in places where Main Street is a Mean Street,
solid blocks of boarded windows
a thriving Salvation Army store,
pay-day loans and liquor stores,
smell of soup from a church basement,
seventy souls waiting their turn
for a meal and a cot.

Best of times, worst of times.

In America!

Hey Steve Earle, give me hope, one more time.

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