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Oh politician
We are nothing but strangers to you
Otherwise you would know
That for us
There is no "bottom line".
And you
Are a stranger to me.
And whatever you mean when you
Say America (Or The American people),
I honestly haven't a clue!
Our dreams / our dramas / our broccoli / our squash
Our victories over cabbage worms
Is nowhere in your calculus.
Our state is a kingdom of soil.
Our anthem, a symphony of birds
Who serenade the ripening blueberries
From their elderberry principalities
Where the woodchucks reign supreme
Just outside the garden.
For your information, we toil
And we sweat
And not metaphorically either.
We wash our hands at the spigot,
We remove our shoes on the porch,
We go in, make dinner
Wash dishes etc.
That must sound very strange, I know.
Now, to get something off my chest:
Oh politician you messed with us
Too many times.
You compromised our dreams away.
How could you ever imagine
That you could think for us
And represent us.
Good lord!
All you guys do is
Argue across the aisle
As if power comes
To he whose urine stream
Arcs the furthest, left or right.
My vote is for the planet.
I vote for broccoli and squash
Which will feed us well into the fall
And I vote for the pumpkins
Which will soon cover the lower garden
Dwarfing any head of state.
I am fickle in my loyalty
But it matters not
Because I have a thousand votes
One of which I have promised the sunflowers in the compost.
And I will vote for world peace
If it ever comes up.
Joanna Macy says, politicians continually
Underestimate people.
I think that is because they forget
That they are people themselves.
Poets are people first
And then poets.
Gardeners are people first
And then gardeners.
I vote for poets and gardeners.
I vote for people.
Never again
For a politician.
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