Two ideologies intertwined Who perceive themselves as poles apart Meet in righteousness indignation Staring each other down With the safety of distance Dismissing the other As too radical for a country That's been torn asunder. A country where Thousands needlessly die each night In agonising pain alone With machines switched off A silence too familiar To be quickly reused again. But in truth These two pillars of democracy Of boundless virtue Were never so far apart Unrecognising that special interests Hold them in thrall Their opinions bought and paid for Many years ago. The Grand Old Party To its shame has abandoned its proud legacy The party of Lincoln Moved to unrecognisable extremes Paranoia now its staple Paying its dues to special interests Of what was once considered the extremist right. And the Democrats Sidestepping the pleas of its base Unsurprisingly fails again A party who has become Due to its genuflections A pale and mediocre simulacrum Representing the same rich constituents The allure of money Intoxicating power of the Establishment Oblivious to the needs of the many. What of those who were proudly proclaimed around the world The protection of the huddled masses The tired The poor The wretched refuse washed up upon its gallant shores? Those who for decades have been ignored More precarious year after year There is no place for them Those perceived as a rounding error That ignores all math On silent lips Once more.
Two ideologies intertwined
Who perceive themselves as poles apart
Meet in righteousness indignation
Staring down in the safety of distance
Dismissing the other
As too radical for a country