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
is the
Uncle Sam everybody loves,
and fears—better fear
than love.
“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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