Reincarnation of an Uncle Sam [This Week's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, October 5, 2012]
Step inside the showroom of the Republic.
First, address your faith, or lack thereof.
Every flavor of God's for sale; try a domestic brand.
Nobody should leave godless, but we all can err.
Leaven your mood: consult with our experts.
Contemplate your life while we minister to your pain.
Uncle Sam's carnival, garish, executive polish.
“Am I a pimp? You know I am a religious man.”
“That's not a denial Sam.”
Awareness of persuasion increases our resistance.
When we're offered what we want, we cooperate.
I have everything and what I allow is outrageous.
Do you want to live forever?
I have doctors who can help with that.
Do you want to love forever? Same.
My stars and stripes aggress your eyes,
My costume is my work; I change minds
With physique, reason, interruption and other means of persuasion.
There are gestures that suppress free minds,
Forms of dominant eye contact;
Saying nothing well, and with a smile
Uncle Sam everybody loves,
and fears—better fear
“President Barack Obama's lead over challenger Mitt Romney has narrowed to just two percentage points since the Republican's strong performance in their first debate, according to a Reuters/Ipsos poll released on Friday.”
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