A poem: This is the House that “We the People” Built (dial-up warning)

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A poem: This is the House that “We the People” Built (dial-up warning)

Edited on Mon Jan-17-11 11:57 PM by Generic Other

I wanted to share a poem I wrote this week. I may try recording it on video and posting to Youtube. Any suggestions for additional editing? Comment please! DIAL-UP WARNINGS.

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This is the House that “We the People” Built.

This is the gun, both deadly and feared,
that’s locked and loaded
and aimed at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the man, both angry and scared,
who aims the gun, both deadly and feared,

that’s locked and loaded and aimed
at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the politician waving the flag, who makes the speech,

to win the vote of the man, both angry and scared,

who fires the gun, both deadly and feared,
that’s locked and loaded

and aimed at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the talking head who rants and screams

at the politicians, who make the speeches,

to win the vote of the man, both angry and scared,

who aims the gun, both deadly and feared,

that’s locked and loaded and aimed at the house
that “We the People” built.

This is the TV screen where citizens watch the violence unfold,

as the media spins and politicians howl,

to win the vote of the man, both angry and scared,
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who aims the gun, both deadly and feared,
that’s locked and loaded and aimed at the house
that “We the People” built.

This is the scene of mayhem and murder,
where bullets fly and everyone ducks,

as citizens watch, while the media reports and politicians argue

over what makes the man so angry and scared,
who aims the gun, both deadly and feared,

that’s locked and loaded
and aimed at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the cop who must respond to the calls

of frantic citizens with bloodsoaked hands,
who witness the crimes and hear the reports

and look to their leaders and ask

why the unhinged man, so angry and scared,
fires a gun, both deadly and feared,

that’s locked and loaded
and aimed at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the paramedic who must bandage the wounds

of innocent victims killed by fanatics who the cops must disarm,

as citizens watch, while cameras roll, and Congress makes speeches

to win the vote of the crazy gunman, so angry and scared,

who aims the weapon, both deadly and feared,
that’s locked and loaded and aimed at the house
that “We the People built.

This is the child caught in the crossfire
who bleeds and dies in the EMT’s arms,

while the cops in armor handcuff the man
that citizens see on the evening news,

while pundits shift blame and politicians point fingers,

as they try and explain why a random shooter, so angry and scared,

can aim a gun, both deadly and feared, that’s locked and loaded
and aimed at the house that “We the People” built.

This is the cemetery where the coffin is covered
with flowers and tears for the child who is dead,

who paramedics couldn’t save or policemen protect,

as we watch all the pundits bicker and rage

and the politicians grandstand and gesture,

as yet another man, angry and scared, takes aim with his gun, both deadly and feared,

that’s locked and loaded and aimed at the house
that “We the People” built.