It's twilight, and it's autumn on this planet,
On my aging mind. The fit is good.
The nation also seems to be senescent,
Stooped and falling backward, balled
Up, moaning horribly. My fellows,
Bitter old white men and women,
Want the good times back. They want
To be the ones in charge. They want
The deviants and Spanish speakers,
And the blacks to scurry back into
Their shadowed realms, to stare in awe
At whiteness regnant, overweening,
Overwhelming, at the wheels of big
Gas guzzling cars, and breathing plumes
Of coal, the world as it used to be
When it was at its best, the world after
We had won the war. We don't win
Wars these days, of course. We fight
For years, and then we lose, and “we”
Don't do the fighting now. We send
The deviants, the Spanish speakers
And the blacks, the ones who aren't yet
Stuck in prison. We stay home,
And watch TV, and cheer on that
Psychotic monster we have made
Our president. The planet dies.
The poet dies. The nation which
Always was less than its uneducated
Citizens were wont to hoarsely claim
It was, collapses into to debt and
Conflict, doomed to perish, justly so,
The poet's aging mind decrees,
But poems end. What is does not,
And, underneath the dying thatch,
The millions of shoots sit, unseen,
The children, who are not quite white,
Accustomed to a nation that is
Ever more ambiguous, accustomed
To a future without coal, which
Won't use gasoline. It's twilight
Now. My days are numbered,
And the world I see is growing
Darker even as I speak, but night
Is cyclical. It does not last. There
Always is a dawn.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-27 at 01:30

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You say it all here. I enjoyed the read. Senescent is such an aging word :)

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Exactly my thoughts, except this time we have an angry planet and a president that won't help. The highest polluter in the world is backing coal and oil and helping destroy the planet.
This time, we don't get another chance. We won't bounce back, not for generations anyway, if we become less and better educated. Hope? Not in my lifetime! Unbelievably good, Larry. You haven't lost your touch.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Iconoclast extraordinaire! Well written and though provoking, Larry.