Poem/a/day: Hate Mongering and Cotton Sheets

Hate Mongering and Cotton Sheets

Therese Dawe

Shrouded in rhetoric, thick as fog you stand at the podium watching

As the throngs of troglodytes bow low to the ground

All hail our fearless leader

Who hides behind a veil of deceit

Feigning ignorance

But plowing fields of hatred at warp speed

A rodeo clown he calls himself

And aptly so

He who stands in the ring, goading on the angry bulls

Then jumping aside to leave the real danger

To the poor suckers in the chaps

If the bones of the dead could cry out they would

Shame you for your insidious hate mongering,

so familiar

Too many innocents hung from the gallows by those

Who viewed the world through two narrow slits

In a white cotton sheet with a hood

What women filled with hate sat late into the night

sewing these robes for their rabid men?

Fingers calloused, pins at the ready they created

a cloak of death, used to hide the faces

Of those who knew they were wrong

But screamed loud enough to make others think them right

You don’t even hide your contempt Mr. Beck

And why should you? You will never be held liable for

Attacks that will surely come

Your finger prints will not be found on any guns, or ropes

After all, you are only a rodeo clown

With minions to do your bidding
Therese Dawe is an essayist who writes about the ways that we all find our path through life’s difficulties. Death, dying, the resiliency of the human spirit and the need to be connected are all topics of exploration. Also, she’s an unapologetic flaming Liberal.