Written shortly after the November elections

STATE OF A NATION

We are people so blessed, but our blessing’s a curse
For it seals shut our eyes as it fattens our purse.

We celebrate selfishness posing as love.
We lift up each wolf in the clothes of a dove.

We’ve opened our minds (and diluted the truth),
We despise age’s wisdom (we’d rather have youth).

We totter on fences, one foot on each side.
Our pleasure’s our purpose—we’re here for the ride.

We are certainly blessed—we are fat, we are free...

Never has death crept in so silently.