we yearn for the right to decide our political fate,
but can we resolve who we are in our philistine state?
one man one vote amounts to nothing for the ignorant:
numeric democracy does not promote the elegant.
when our diet is salt, sugar, and chemical junk,
we ogle and sigh with a flaccid and diabetic dick.
our impotence is not a pharmaceutical affair,
despite half the nation desperate with private despair.
machismo is rage strutting with imploding desire:
we love our guns with a passion until spirit expires.
freedom is just another word for our terminal greed;
industrial farming does not believe in living seed.
darvish votes with his feet and starts to whirl and dance;
the life of spirit begins and ends with the beloved’s glance!