I’ve stumbled recently on an exchange of ideas when viewing Diane and Jill Dennison and Keith Wilson that really gets to the nuts and bolts of things, and from many bloggers on the subject. Maybe Ned Hanson offers such an offering, too. Or maybe Word Press thought I just needed a change? Whatever, I’m convinced that all I can offer at this point is an emotional touchstone. Feelings I have, although rushed by a November election and the question of my own longevity (smile). (I smile when I know I’m being a little grimmer than called for).
Maybe over a year ago I asked readers to think of jingles–maybe to old tunes–portraying issues of the political heart (though I was less flowery). Today, after reading again The Moral Ground by Elie Mystal in The Nation, I put a couple of things together: I would try, myself, to do it tho it receive rejection and avoidance, even ridicule. Here I go willingly into that space, having already failed at an I Am a Woman attempt, which you will never see.:
HOW DARE YOU…
….Tell me what to do.
I wear masks for others.
I don’t invade your heart of hearts
nor presume to know your pain.
Look into my eyes and see
another human same as thee.
Those who swallow others’ lies
and betray the Golden Rule
do not attend to their still voice
when push comes around to shove.
Painful decisions require clear-eyed guts
not your state’s grotesque intrusions.
Does your God favor laws that plot
to make me suffer their invasion?
Out out, damned spot I say–
Let the freedom of our people
rule the day.