National Disgrace

National Disgrace

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
"

A nation divided cannot unite against a government of tyranny.

"


Those rocks and riots are not for the dead.

There is no message or voice to be heard.

You live in the hatred inside your head

whose lips are bitter with every word.


You are not fighting injustice tonight.

You are the injustice - the one, the same -

a scourge, a stain, an intolerant blight -

always looking for someone else to blame.


Your heart is riddled with chaos and greed,

a sense of entitlement none can please.

The more you are given, the more you need.

Are there any worse ingrates such as these?


You destroy your city to make a point;

and immediately, your point is moot.

Your message goes up in flames like a joint.

What you really need is a good swift boot!


So stick up your finger and grab your crotch,

burn down the liquor and CVS stores;

and pretend you have gained some righteous notch

by stealing what never was really yours.


Your peaceful protest is a load of crap.

There was no peace last night in Baltimore.

Fall into that generational gap.

Martin Luther is gone forevermore.


Your content of character will not stand

under the scrutiny of any judge.

You have turned your home into a wasteland

because of some perceived and pointless grudge.


The birthplace of The Star Spangled Banner

is broken-hearted with tears on her face.

Vicious sociopaths have unmanned her,

and she is now a national disgrace.


Your anger is irrelevant to me,

and there is no context that makes this right.

You are not entitled to cop a plea

just because you are black and I am white.


You created this crime-ridden cesspool,

trying to blame others for what you lack,

running the streets and dropping out of school,

murdering one another, black on black.


Freddie Gray was a pusher and dealer,

arrested eighteen times over the years.

He was a thug and a real freewheeler.

He chose crime as his favorite career.


If you want to rise to someone’s defense

make sure that he is not a criminal

or act indignant with some false pretense

to excuse acting like an animal.


Find something that is worth struggling for

like jobs, education, and family.

Stand against liberals and say, "No more!"

You are the ruler of your destiny.


Don’t accept welfare or minimum wage

or the thought that getting by is enough

then act like someone of a younger age

who starts complaining when his life gets tough.


Government dependence has ruled your life.

If you don’t like it, quit suckling tit.

You are partly to blame for all the strife.

You have chosen to be a part of it.


Elijah Cummings has pulled the strings.

He has been in Congress for thirty years;

and what have you gained for all that he brings

but more of the same poverty and tears?


Democrats run the city, unions, and schools.

You elect and re-elect the same pack.

They think you are stupid, a bunch of fools.

There is no need for them to have your back.


They have your vote no matter what they do.

The failing schools warehouse each girl and boy.

A Democrat problem, your problem, YOU! "

You chose Miss Mayor Room-To-Destroy.


Stephanie Rawlings-Blake stood down in fear,

and she did nothing while the city burned.

Her crisis management skills are real clear,

but is it a lesson you will have learned?


You voted Obama not once but twice,

and it has gained you not a single thing.

He’s too busy golfing in paradise.

You are a servant, and he is the king.


You cannot be deadbeats and parasites

and father children that you never see

then speak of racism and civil rights

as some sort of sanctioned fait accompli.


Impotent fools are on Capital Hill

who care about optics and politics;

yet, they manage to rule over you still.

You are upended by carrots and sticks.


A nation divided cannot unite

against a government of tyranny

so they divide us in groups: black and white,

rich and poor, the young and the elderly.


Democrats talk about the one percent

as if they can relate to you and me.

They do not use welfare to pay the rent

or understand what our sorrows may be.


The boot on your neck is a fairytale

spun by a third-world collectivist creed

that leaves every cheek hungry and pale.

They could not care less about what you need.


They give you crumbs in exchange for your vote

and displace the men from the family

then shove the minimum wage down your throat

while they live in the lap of luxury.


They stay in power by keeping you down,

their American dream a Welfare State.

It’s okay to destroy your side of town

while their homes are hidden behind the gate.


© 2015 Linda Marie Van Tassell


Author's Note

Linda Marie Van Tassell
It would take the combined wealth of more than 18 American households to equal the value of a single federal lawmaker’s household, the Center for Responsive Politics’ latest analysis of congressional wealth finds.

The median net worth of a member of Congress was $1,029,505 in 2013 — a 2.5 percent increase from 2012 — compared with an average American household’s median net worth of $56,355. Once again, the majority of members of Congress are millionaires — 271 of the 533 members currently in office, or 50.8 percent.

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The violence in Baltimore was layed on waste of years of incompetent government, and generations of social reforms. Martin is turning over in his grave after this and other violent acts in towns across this nation. The question is when will it stop? A excellent rhyming rant.
Thank you
bill

Posted 8 Years Ago


This was looong and powerful. I would have given up writing around stanza 5 maybe? Lol. A very thoughtful rant though. I enjoyed reading this. Meter and rhyme was super. Reminded me of something of Kiplings if he was writing today. CD

Posted 9 Years Ago


Now that is a lot of totally wasted words that I TOTALLY agree with.

Posted 9 Years Ago


this is incredibly good...and so spot on...what statement is made when people riot and destroy their own cities, towns, homes and businesses....it is simply violence for the sake of violence, and the message is totally obscured or lost.

well done....
j.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on November 24, 2015
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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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