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Apparently November is not only National Novel Writing Month but also National Blog Posting Month. People must really enjoy reading in November. Anyway I’m going to try to post more frequently in honor of NaBloPoMo. This poem started with a rhythm in my head. I don’t normally do poetry anymore but when the mood strikes it’s best not to ignore genius.

 

We stick our fingers in our ears and pretend that we don’t hear,

 all the secrets, all the lying, all the unsatisfying

answers to the questions no one’s daring to ask.

 

We dance around the issues and we tear each other down. We

want the glory, not the gory problems we don’t wanna fix.

Honesty is forgotten in our politics.

 

Why should we even bother to hold our pundits to their cause?

We don’t want to vote for a president, we want Santa Clause

to bring us lots of presents and a shiny new year.

 

We give up our rights and freedoms because we don’t want to think

about our responsibilities, we’d rather sit and drink

away our worries while we neglect our country.

 

We don’t want responsibility, we want someone to blame

for all the darkness in our world and all our lost boys and girls

searching for the reasons why they are left alone.

 

They are dying on our streets and battered in our homes waiting

for someone to love them like they deserve. Unemployment leads

to desperation but that isn’t the problem.

 

We stick our fingers in our ears and pretend that we don’t hear,

 all the secrets, all the lying, all the unsatisfying

answers to the questions no one’s daring to ask.

 

 

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