Schoolhouse Rock

Schoolhouse Rock,
I believed you.


I believed the tuneful optimism
Of those '70s cartoons.

I smiled as the droopy scroll
Crooned, "I'm just 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 want out,
So we must be doing something right.
I mean, we're not totalitarians!

Schoolhouse Rock, I miss you.
I miss those decent gentlemen,
Presidents Ford and Carter.
I miss Lolly's Adverbs
And Conjunction Junction.
I miss my little-kid faith
That the world could sing
In amity and harmony.





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.
2018-10-29