American Daddy
I look at that hand on the bible
An oath country sworn your wrath
And upon the steps of the Capitol
There lies the words of Plath:
Not God, But A Swastika.
I hated that Plath, nursery rhymes
Thought we were better with the times,
Didn't want to believe in that fat black heart
Or in the love of a fascist, tearing me apart
But the people here are cheering
While the eyes of Lincoln laugh
And the reflecting pool is cruel
Showing on our votes behalf.
Not
-------God---------
But
A
swastika.
Upon my foolish dreams -
on the worn pedestal seems
ideas, fair freedom schemes
But all they are are dreams.
There is no heaven
in the capitol today -
just union of me to you
sealed with those words, I do.
And as I watch this theater change
actors unable to touch, arrange
One stubborn thought bursts through:
You
are
not
God,
but
a
swastika
Ach, du.
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01/20/2017