Sunday, April 19, 2020

Never Again | Protest Poem Against the Diseased Lifestyle and Philosophy that Made Donald Trump Possible



Never again.

What gave us this cancer, this malevolence that
rages gleefully in the blackened hearts of far too many?
He is just a symptom, really.
Destroy him and the underlying disease will just march merrily on.

He's been a long time coming.
I remember the 80s, and Ronnie Raygun,
and the birth of the culture of greed,
of materialism,
and the enshrinement of suburbanism:
ten easy steps-ism--
fundamentalism--
prepackaged lives,
bereft of nutrition, of value--
keeping up with the Joneses--
mortgaging our futures--
sensationalism--
worshiping money, possessions, status--
redlining--
homophobia--
fake news--
racism--
capitalism--
Rush fucking Limbaugh--
farmland disappearing under cookie-cutter homes--
smog, toxified land, toxic meat, toxic vegetables, toxic souls--
mergers and acquisitions, hostile takeovers, Wall Street suits and ties--
careerism, elitism, is-your-skin-white-enough-ism--
make sure your kids go to the "proper" schools,
the ones without "those kind" in them--
megachurches--
malls--
desert where the Amazon once was--
more, more, more--
malignancy, body, mind, and spirit.

Most of you have steeped yourself in this shit your entire lives
and do not question even a bit of it.
You are the unliving.
You have bodies but no souls;
you adhere to the culture of middle-schoolers even through your adult lives:
popularity, herdism, us versus them, who's got the shiniest,
who's fucking the wealthiest,
who's got the newest model,
who's got the most,
who's the "in" crowd.

You're no better than cattle--
cancer cattle. Diseased cattle.
Dead and decomposing inside.

Never again.

Masked against a virus that isn't a trillionth as harmful
as you yourselves are,
you continue your unlives as though doing so is healthy,
is "normal,"
isn't destroying our biosphere.
Masked against that virus,
you refuse to see how you contribute directly to it,
how your deathstyles make it spread so easily,
how your deathstyles are unsustainable,
how the convenience of them,
the 800-threadcount of them,
the sterilized, optimized, sociopathologized, contradictory,
inflammatory, overmedicated, paranoid, neurotic,
plasticized, homogenized, Trump-ized shit-natures of them
are wiping out everything, and soon, much sooner than you think,
everyone. Including you.

Never again.

You see, when he is deposed--and he will be deposed--
he won't go away.
For he lives in far too many of you,
and you have sold your souls to ones like him,
to the filthy philosophy that made him possible in the first place.
Democrat, Republican, Independent ...
it doesn't matter what you call yourself.
You're still a carrier of the disease,
and you won't change, even if doing so will save your life.
Even if doing so will save your children's lives.

Never again.

For this world will soon be rid of us, the most hateful
species ever to walk upon it.
Never again will it allow another like us
to rise, to evolve, to fill the niches, to spread,
to metastasize, to harden and spew and crack and war and bleed.
Never again will it allow another species like us
to bake and burn and raze it.
Never again will it allow such mindlessness,
such hate, such wanton greed, such evil
to look upon one such as Donald J. Trump
and say, "Let us make him our leader!"

Never again.


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