Haves and Have Nots

Here's one for all you 'Republicans', 'Tea Partiers' and all the rest who can't understand how Barack Obama won the last election and why he's gonna win the next one by an even bigger margin. Instead of crying about his birth certificate and how he's trying to take away all your self-delusional 'rights', why don't you ask yourself why he won in the first place. You (me) are no longer the majority. The have-nots are tired of being second class citizens in this country. They're tired of the status-quo. So instead of running around like chickens with your heads cut off and being afraid of losing something that you never had in the first place, why don't you start thinking of this country in terms of what is best for everybody. Oh and I've got news for you, most of you were never in the club either, you have been fooled into thinking you were (remember that great American Dream?). Most of us are nothing but a buffer (a middle-class?) between the super 'haves' and the hopelessly 'have-nots'.     

It’s easy to turn your back

when you’re one of the haves;

have a job,

have a home,

have money,

have food;

have affordable health care.

Believing the lies,

giving into the fears,

buying into the stereotypes;

they’re all lazy,

they’re all immoral,

they’re all looking

for a free lunch;

they all get what they

deserve.

So afraid

they might take

something that belongs

to you,

some of your hard earned

treasure,

all the things

you sweated and slaved for,

all the idols you fall down before

and worship;

all the things you sold

your soul for.

The have-nots of the world

are beginning to rise,

they’re not going away quietly

anymore,

they’re tired of the abuse,

they’re no longer content

with the crumbs,

there are things

bigger than themselves;

things worth dying for.

The children of men hold their breath,

a final sigh before the meltdown,

a silent pause within the maelstrom,

hearts fail from fear,

meeting in secret places,

waiting for what is to come;

like a thief in the night

it sweeps them away.

Trees smolder and smoke,

bursting into flames as

tires begin to steam,

their rubber melting

to the highway surface;

no where to run,

no where to hide.

Like abandoned wells

their water runs dry,

they sit withering in the sun,

wandering through the wilderness,

lost and alone;

the day is here,

the time is now.

Your mercy endures

to the end,

but who shall hear the message?

who shall accept the grace?

when the Son of Man returns

will he find faith?

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