Don’t Hand Me That

Don’t Hand Me That, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Don’t Hand Me That, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

To these sycophants who abuse the word “patriot”
Who insist anyone who does not, salute or sing
Are enemies to the state, blind loyalty their taste

Look into the past, and the German flag,
Before you go on you ignorant rant,
Of how it supposed to be

If you did not stop, in place, and salute, or sing Swastika praise
You could be beaten, fined, arrested or murdered

And don’t you talk of walls the least effective thing of all
When your dear leader and his cult uses words like “caravan”
“Invasion”, “they’re rapists” as if innocent people are an armed military

You are vilifying my REAL neighbors who have done nothing but good
Do not tell me you are not wearing a hood, because you act like it

Black lives don’t matter more, they matter as well
That isn’t the message the insecure sell.
White insecurity, under the orange turd’s spell

Frankly I don’t give a damn about your opinion
I am an atheist, sometimes I wish there was a hell

For bullies to burn in, but I am also not into revenge.

And your guns, fuck your fetish, tools of death you relish
And dare to call yourselves pro life, with the volume of firearm
Deaths unrivaled by our allies

400million isn’t enough for you? Would 10 billion firearms suffice
Or how about 50 billion firearms, would that be nice?

Don’t hand me that you are for freedom
Only to take away body autonomy from women
That is Taliban shit right there.

Please continue with your false victim endeavor
Betraying “tired huddled masses”, but Lady Liberty
To you means subordination of others doesn’t it?

Please continue your false victim endeavor
While I repeat the words of our founder

“Question with boldness even the existence
Of a God, for if there be one, surely he would
Pay more homage to reason, than to that of blindfolded fear”
Thomas Jefferson

I do fear, that you, not I, are the authoritarian, wanting
Others to be quite church mice, for your own vice
Your empathy for others is painfully underwhelming.

Wring your fist old man, childish fear of a changing land
The same voices of hate kept blacks in slavery, women
Out of the voting booth, interracial marriage too

You must have forgotten the separate lunch counters
Bathrooms, and Holocaust maybe? I have not, will not
Ever forget, such bane, a stain, humanity should always regret

No, I will not let you force ritual on me. I will not let you vilify people
I know personally. I will not let you forget the dark side of our species
It is you, of a mirror in need. Look, look at the hate inside you

I hate to inform you, but change is all their is, and all 8 billion of us
Are as finite to the wind as the floating fluffy dandelion and
Just as fragile, so the ultimate questions are these

Do you want to plant the seed of fear,
Or do you want to protect pluralism?
Lady Liberty is listening, huddled masses and all.
(end)

Fuck the MAGA asshole bullies.


2 responses to “Don’t Hand Me That”

  1. This is a really powerful and passionate poem, Brian. You put your thoughts about this so well – it’s great writing. I agree with you on every point.

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