Don’t Bogart this country!
No more room in the inn?
Conservative Christians know just what Jesus would do,
They just ain’t doin’ it.
I mean: they just ain’t doin’
What was done for Jesus.
Dorothy Day, and Father Daniel Berrigan we miss you.
We miss you and so many others.
If I had a hammer.
These angry old men wearing red hats,
and taking blue pills,
are melting down ploughshares and turning them into guns again.
And they say America is full — there is no more room.
Well — I’ve been to the Dakotas and that’s just bullshit!
Maybe we’ll find room when we can’t get our avocado toast, triple latte, and strawberries.
Ahh, but the strawberries! That’s – that’s when we’ll care.
Persnickety keto and vegan diets will make us care.
Rising price of coffee will make us care.
Lack of avocado will make us care.
Or, we can ask the American in Tampico wearing a white suit:
Say, mister. Will you stake a fellow American to a meal?
Can you help an American down on his luck?
And he says:
Not a South American
Not a Central American
Not an American from Puerto Rico—but I’ll throw them some paper towels
And definitely not an American from Guam — but, they are great for medical experimentation.
And
no
more
American wannabes.
America is full.
I mean look:
When I say “mare nostrum” I mean it’s mare nostrum to over fish or to pollute.
We don’t want to actually feed anybody.
He says all this while pretending to read the poem on the Statue of Liberty,
When actually he’s just peeking up her robes looking for something to grab.
But it’s too high up; and, he’s so lowdown.
Oh, play it again Uncle Sam!
You know what I want to hear,
You played it for her, you can play it for me!
If she can stand it, I can!
Play it!
Sing the third verse, too:
“No refuge could save the hireling and slave
from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
And, offer these Three gifts
to newborn princesses and princes of peace,
And their queen mothers asking for mercy,
Razor wire, tear gas, and burns.
Armored troops on the boarder attacking children,
Now where did I hear this before?
Stories of insecure kings trying to separate children from their mothers and kill saviors in their cribs.
So many people floating down rivers in reed boats trying to escape,
Where is the merciful Queen who will take them all in and offer them nobility, healthful environment, and education?
And would it be too much to ask for funding for Women Studies Programs, Planned Parenthood, and affordable health care as long as were dreaming here in this nightmare together?
Rise, Dreamers, rise.
And, like Moses, free yourselves and your people. Help them to find their place in this land of promise.
Resist all of the Charlton Hestons with guns and MAGA hats.
Some superheroes don’t wear masks, capes, armor, or costumes.
Some heroes wear hijabs, or used to work in bars for a minimum wage and tips — the true Marvels in D.C.
Brown skinned Saviors, teach us all how to dream again. Help us to hear our own beating hearts
and the grasshopper at our feet.
This nation of actors:
Acting White House Thief of Staff: Mick Mulvaney,
Acting Ambassador to the Divided Nations: Jonathan Cohen,
Acting Inferior Secretary: David Bernhardt,
Acting Offense Secretary: Patrick Shanahan,
Acting Homeland Insecurity Secretary: Kevin McAleenan,
And, they all have badges,
they all have stinking badges,
They can actually show you their stinking badges!
They just don’t have job security.
But, some of them have very dubiously obtained security clearances.
To ousted Homeland Security Secretary Kirstjen Nielsen we ask:
is it true blondes have more fun?
Asked and answered!
All while Dolt 45, the director of this political theater
is acting like Captain Queeg from The Caine Mutiny
But what America needs is Rick from Casablanca.
What America actually has is Agent Orange walking arm in arm down a runway at Reagan National Airport with Stephen Miller,
The beginning of a very decisive friendship.
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