Tag: politics

Decisions

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming2 Comments

Should I go on down to Main street

Where the season fills the night

Press my nose against the glass

And longingly stare at the sight

Of things in the stores

I can no longer afford to enter

 

Or rush on back home

Cock my guns and bolt my locks

Tuck my life away

Inside my wooden box

And wonder if I can

Survive the nuclear winter

The Good Life?

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming8 Comments

Our country is strong

We all know that

Said the politicians

To the diplomat

There’s no such thing

As an economic depression

 

Then they scurry on by

So they won’t have to gaze

Down the dark streets

Or the cold alleyways

Where America hides

Its transgressions

 

The Summer of 2017

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming8 Comments

Hurricane M and Hurricane I

Lives and homes lost

In the blink of an eye

The fires of hell burning

All hope is lost

The world is churning

Awaiting the final cost

 

One man guns down five hundred plus

Wars have been declared for less

Yet we roll over without even a fuss

To save ourselves from the mess

Of passing a law that may offend a few

Even though it will save all the rest

 

So the cameras are rolling

The scene is all set

The Orange man is all aglow

We know there is a toll

That has not been paid yet

Will this be his final blow

Rediculous Facebook Posts

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories29 Comments

I saw two different post on Facebook today that just blew my mind. Sometimes, I wonder if people even think about what they put out there for the world to see. The first post read, “If Trump starts a new war then the people that voted for him should be drafted first.”

Seriously people! So what you’re saying is that if I get into a taxi and he has a wreck on the way to my house then I should be held responsible…after all, I was the one who chose that particular taxi and I was the one who told him where to go and maybe even told him which road to take. Therefore, I should be held responsible.

Many people I know voted for Trump because they believed in what he had to say. Just because you and I knew that he was a narcissistic buffoon with a 3 year old’s mentality, does not mean that everyone did.

The second post asks, “Should Obama be added to Mount Rushmore?”

What, what, WHAT?

What on earth would make you ask a question like that? Yes, he was the first black president. But let’s face it; that was just a matter of timing. It was time for, and right for America. There were much better choices…Condolezza Rice or Colin Powell come quickly to mind. But I wonder what people think actually gives him the privilege to live beside Lincoln, Jefferson, Washington and Roosevelt (I am not fully convinced that he should be there). Heck, Kennedy put a man on the moon and routed Russian aggression and yet did not earn an honored seat.

So let’s get real America and start rewarding or removing people based on their qualifications or lack thereof. People talk about term limits for congress. Why do we need them if we are doing our job properly? It’s simple; if someone is not doing the job we think they should then we must not vote them in again.

For those of us that do not believe in Trump or his message, it is our job to convince our neighbor why and vote him out of office.

But with respect and not hatred. My wife and I do not agree on half the decisions we make yet we are still happily married after 42 years. Sometimes I even get to win.

Just Another Poor Man

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming9 Comments

It don’t make no difference

Who sits in the office at the top

The poor will still get beaten down

And that ain’t never going to stop

 

The game is fixed so that the rich get rich

While the poor man is doomed to fail

Don’t even think to try to better yourself

Or they might throw your ass in jail

 

Or they can send you off to a foreign war

Started by those that never have to fight

The poor ass bastards are the ones they always call

Because dying is our only right

 

So why the hell do we make a fuss

If we think the wrong one got elected

If a good man ever tried to enter the game

You know he sure as hell would be rejected

 

So we, the poor, don’t stand a chance

Our ship will never come in

Because it sank out in the harbor

Another hole drilled in it by the rich men

 

So don’t think that you got choices

And someday your time will come

Because you’re just one of the billions of voices

Living underneath their thumb

 

So scream your screams and cry your tears

If you think that it will make it right

Lay down your head at the end of the day

And pray they will let you make it through the night