A Note From A Friend

Something is dying and we can’t agree

On the cause, the cure or the disease.

He has sent me the rant of an old soldier

Who screamed for what never was.

There is something quite pathetic,

About a sword drawn

To parry an imaginary enemy.

It’s already been put to music.

I hear a redrafting of the Animal Farm constitution,

Calling for “up” to mean “down”,

In words that recall white students

In Little Rock in 57.

Are you outraged by the comparison?

Speak to me of March, 2009.

When you claimed the President a disaster.

At a time he was guilty of being black.

Perhaps the old man is beyond reason,

But what does it say of you?

You who claim he voices your thoughts.

Where will you hide the Jews?