Monday, June 27, 2011

Monday's Poetry: "The Day Obama Decided"

by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

I came across the following poem by Margit Berman on the World Wide Web today - and really, really liked it.  The Day Obama Decided talks about how we are wasting our resources and energies on war and hate, and it looks at some of the things we could accomplish if we would redirect all of that effort into positive channels.  Yes, it smacks of the Golden Rule and that touchy, feely stuff - but I really, really liked it and hope that you will also.  If you do, please share it with others.

The Day Obama Decided was dated June 15, 2011.

The Day Obama Decided
by Margit Berman

The day Obama decided enough was enough
and turned off his TV and slept well for the first time since 2007,
and Nancy Pelosi decided enough was enough
on a weekend in Vermont, when she threw
the Times and the Post into the woodstove unread,
and Congress decided enough was enough
staring into the mirrors of their sleeping consciences:
They began by ordering all the troops home.
You should have seen the parades.
They marched past boarded-over buildings
and threw grenades
made from tulip bulbs and tomato seeds
into weedy empty lots.
They pulled trailers down the highways
past the cornfields
and wheeled hot tubs up to the doors
of arthritic old ladies,
presented bottles full of bubble bath
stamped "Courtesy of U.S. D.O.D."
They rode ferris wheels with teenagers from Guantanamo,
passed baklava, pupusas, and mangoes on sticks
down the streets to anyone who wanted them.
Then they marched down Pennsylvania Avenue.
The doors of the White House were flung wide open.
Anyone who wanted to could stream in
for a handshake and a plastic flag.
The air was thick with confetti
from all the shredded fear laws.
Open your mouth: You can still
taste the jagged edges.
"SB1070" and "USA PATRI"
melt away on your tongue.

1 comment:

Don said...

That's a marvelous description of what we can never expect.
And yet ... the hope is always there, just waiting to be coaxed out of it's hiding place.