It’s shocking how similar it feels
to be abandoned by your country
as by a parent.
It aches in the same deep, foundation-shaking way
to realize how easily
those charged to lead and protect you
can turn their back
when you become inconvenient.
In your first one hundred days
you have steadfastly endeavored to take from the least of us,
though you garnered thousands upon thousands of votes
as the self-proclaimed upholders of Christianity.
What kind of mental and moral gymnastics
allow you to rest your head peacefully?
I cannot blame the father
who believed you’d bring back his job
so that he could provide for his family.
I cannot blame the new citizen,
who practices her religion with devotion,
when she believed her turn-coat pastor
as he paraded the very men and women who will worsen her lot
as the Godly choice.
But I do blame you,
who the people have entrusted with power and duty,
for abandoning me.
Do you realize the line on your budget sheet
that you cross off so easily
amounts to years of my life spent suffering,
without treatment or cure
or ability to contribute to my community?
There are millions like me.
What did we do to deserve your loathing,
Easier to label us bad or lazy
than to acknowledge the harsh reality
that sometimes life can lay you flat
despite doing all the right things.
Sometimes circumstance has removed your bootstraps,
and your boots
and your feet
so you look to the society to which you have belonged,
contributed and pledged loyalty
and with no other choice,
ask to be carried.
But you, the sworn in guardians of this great nation,
have drawn a line through me.
You vote against —
the healthcare that can sustain me
the science that can cure me
the social security that is my only livelihood
my chance at a life of dignity.
You have traded me
for an extra bag of coin
piled on top of the mountains already held
by a handful of glutinous kings.
For the favor of the powerful few
you have sacrificed me
You have abandoned the millions like me –
the least of your countrymen with the greatest of need.
You have shamed the heart and soul of this country.
That will be your legacy.
Do you want to know the saddest thing?
You have laid out your colors so clearly,
but the foolish child inside
still hopes you will change course
and come back for me.
The adult knows my best chance isn’t with you, but with we.
This is still democracy.
Even you must yield to the will of the many
if they choose to stand for me.