Breathe deep, America,
through the self-inflicted pain.
Your people made the choice.
now live with it.
Forget the Russian foreplay,
if it happened, if you can,
and look at your groom honestly.
There is no morning after pill
to make him disappear.
Must you look at that face,
see that smirk, listen to that voice,
and let him paw you daily,
for four years?
Is there no way to annul
the inconvenient truth
that hate trumped love
before love trumped hate?
Cry America.
Wail to the world your deep sorrow.
Before your husband
makes his first advances on your liberty,
rapes your body with his greed
succeeds in pushing his agenda
deep down your throat.
Assassination? Impeachment?
Will he tire and quit?
All are possible. None the answer.
For a new husband will follow,
as mean and false as this,
ready to strip you naked
with his wanton desires,
followed by wicked minions
paused to steal your
crown and lamp and dignity.
Run to the reservation, America,
shelter yourself with the strong hearts
of Native Americans
ready to honor all you truly are.
They are the ones
to make you free again,
who love your water, sky and land
who feel your pain
and understand.
When Lincoln died you cried
to lose a husband who was true,
and now you cry again,
not for the loss of one you love
but for a marriage
signed in blood
made in hell
meant to silence your sweet voice.
Say No.
Don’t let him spoil your goodness
cheapen your beliefs
pretend to love you
as he pillages your treasures
for his benefit alone.
Stand tall America,
and look down on his greed
and bald pretense.
He is not your Caesar,
King or Tzar.
He is a man like millions more
who do not deserve the wealth
you offer all your children.
Deny him access
and look beyond his tyranny
to the Democracy reborn in you.
Embrace your people
with your love,
wipe your tears away,
and know some day
you will again be free.
This article appears in Jan 26 – Feb 2, 2017.
