Oh, Little Billy’s got a gun
Little Billy’s having fun
Shooting bottles on the wall
Dreams the hero come home from war (Madman’s Eyes, Dave Matthews Band)

Look at those heroes up in the oval, rounding up kids that may use a shovel, packing them tight in to round metal tubes, send them back where they came from, those alleged felons and rubes.

Is this real?
Is this make believe?
You’d think we’d know how everything’s supposed to be
Like a train blowing full steam ahead
Can’t hear what you’re saying
With everybody screaming

There goes the rights of the woman, the trans, and the non-binary. Then the birth right (what happened to the Constitution) is this a refinery? He fires the inspectors and stops medical research funding. When is the madness going to stop stunting?

I’m afraid, can’t lie
Momma said, “Baby, don’t you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don’t let go, baby, hold on tight
To believe is blind
Don’t sacrifice another child
It’s not black and white
‘Less you’re looking through a madman’s eyes”

Sleepless nights, dreams of fright, how could this be, yet we have a president that’s so angry. Why so angry, what’s your fear, you’re a billionaire. Did someone tell you that you were XX at conception and now you resemble a DEI hire of your conniption? Stop your blathering, and listen to the gathering you are out of control with no place to go.

The truth might not be crystal clear
But if might is right, there’s no room for love in here
Oh, we pray to God and hope he’s listening
Then a man with a gun brings the demons in

If God really existed will you be standing in that office, representing the masses with that puckered orifice? Instead we get a reality television star with failed NFL dreams shooting of his mouth at the righteous and human, brimming with arrogance, false bravado, and smelling like cumin.

Oh, we live as if our hands are tied
But is it really so hard
To do what we know is right?
To protect the things
That we hold dear
Must we do things that we should never forgive?

One vote is all we get but we still have a voice to object object object, Civil disobedience can be our goal to reject reject reject, It cost nothing to be a decent human being yet we are left in charge by billionaires defeating, when are you going to learn money will never ever taste like honey

I’m afraid, can’t lie
Momma said, “Baby, don’t you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don’t let go, baby, hold on tight
To believe is blind
Don’t sacrifice another child
It’s not black and white
‘Less you’re looking through a madman’s eyes”

The world is complicated solutions aren’t binary, push us down until we are the quinary. Less is more, hang on tight, deal with jargon, cause that is their might, the fifth column we must organize to fight, fight, fight, Stand strong and near let no rich man make you fear… their insecurities and Nazi poses for we will come at them with thorns from roses…

I’m afraid, can’t lie
Momma said, “Baby, don’t you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don’t let go, baby, hold on tight
To believe is blind
Don’t sacrifice another child
It’s not black and white
‘Less you’re looking through a madman’s eyes”

The song Madman’s Eyes is from the Walking on the Moon record by the Dave Matthews Band. Hearing it today inspired me to write another sampled poem. His work is better, but I feel better for having placed my worries down. Anger has enveloped me this past week. I feel incredibly unhealthy emotionally due to the fascism we are facing. It felt good to burn off a little steam in the creative sense. Europe if you’re listening there are plenty of Americans just as concerned as you by this atrocity. Please help us if we need to ask, and thanks for being our friends in the past.

…so it goes…