National DisgraceA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellA 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 TassellAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 24, 2015 Last Updated on November 24, 2015 Tags: Freddie Gray, Baltimore, Riots, Destruction, Violence AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry 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..Writing
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