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This Election Season

By Wil C. Fry, 2016.11.04, 14:37

(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)


I’ve learned some awful things this election season
Like how many people exist who won’t listen to reason
I learned that too many Christians simply can’t be trusted
(Supporting a vagina-grabber means your morality’s busted)
They’ll lie for Jebus and troll you into submission
If they think it will help with their imaginary mission
Kill a few cells and they shout “murder” and go into shock
But won’t speak up for a woman raped by a guy named Brock
I learned how many relatives are out and proud racists
Supporting killers as long as the victims have black faces
And how they wish you’d die if you’re trans or you’re gay
Spending too much energy hating while forgetting to pray
Not that their prayers ever work; it’s like talking to a tree
But rather they spend their time on that instead of bigotry
I’m so tired of seeing inaccurate memes and fake news sites
The same people falling for the same tropes and sound bites
I’ve learned that kindness is rarer than I used to imagine
That as long as there’s a profit, then everything’s forgiven
I’ve learned that the country is worse off than I thought
Filled with bigots who think every suspect should be shot
They’re hungry for violence, clinging to their stashes of guns
Raising domesticated daughters, domineering brutes for sons
Detesting science and facts in favor of paid-for confusion
They found a way to ignore global warming and evolution
Rolling coal, landfill-filling, and talking about “It's my right!”
Idolizing might and fights and blight but ignoring what’s right

That’s not all, though; I’ve learned some good things this year
Like how I can be patient because I believe the End is near
I found out fewer young people are stuck in dogma and hate
That all it takes to beat archaic thinking is to educate and wait
I learned that progress can be found in the strangest of places
It’s just a matter of time until we realize there are no races
I’ve learned to be hopeful as I face an overwhelming tide
Knowing that reason, the future, and history are on my side
Oh yes, the End is coming, but no, not what your preacher said
I mean the trends showing fundamentalism will soon be dead
You can hang on, ignoring your better nature until you die
But you don’t have to — you can help us all if you try




I first conceptualized this poem as a “rap”, as I fell asleep on Nov. 2, but didn’t write anything. The next day, I could barely remember two lines and a couple of rhymes. By the evening of Nov. 3, I’d thought of more and wrote it down just before going to bed. Finally, I worked through it on Nov. 4.




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