Schoolhouse Rock

Schoolhouse Rock,
I believed you.

I believed the happy hopefulness
Of those '70s cartoons.

I smiled as the droopy scroll
Crooned, "I'm just a bill,

Yes, I'm only a bill,"
Forlorn until the Congress passed him
And the President signed him into law.

I rooted for the cartoon Mayflower
Splishin' and a-splashin'

Over blue-eyed waves.

I said hooray for the 19th Amendment
And cheered for the Great American Melting Pot.

I gulped down the cleaned-up shrink-lit history
Of the Land Of The Free.

Sure, much later I'd concede (who wouldn't?)
That the republic was flawed.
But I reasoned, more folks want in than out,
So we must be doing something right.
I mean, we're not totalitarians!

Schoolhouse Rock, I miss you.
I miss Lolly's Adverbs
And Conjunction Junction.

I miss Presidents Ford and Carter,

Decent gentlemen both.
I miss my little-kid faith
That the world could sing together

Peacefully, as one, without rancor,

Without hostility.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-29 at 02:06

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I was too old for Schoolhouse Rock, but I remember receiving such feel-good messages from my social studies textbooks. America was the land of the free, and Americans were lanturn-jawed crusaders for democracy and against any sort of oppression. Then the riots took place and the Viet Nam war heated up, and I started to realize that what Americans were being told was no closer to the truth than what Russians were being told. "Make America great again" is just shorthand for the wish to continue believing that old popaganda.