By J.J. Tindall
The Hate Song of Walt Price-Friedham
What price freedom?
If God shan’t prevail
Perhaps democracy itself
Has failed, like a patient
Upon a table etherized.
How shall I presume?
How shall I wear my hair
To declare my attitude
About the high American noon?
Short back and sides
With a hard right part?
Do I dare?!
I would be a Fool
To let politics over-rule
The judgment of our
Venerated, omnipotent, vengeful God
While outside the women come and go
Gloating of Guantanamo.
Let the coastal elites
Threaten my freedom
To discriminate, hate and oppress?
I shall do my bitter best
To overcome that test.
I shall be free
To own any gun I please,
To reject any indigent riddled
With obvious moral disease,
To protect the sovereign rule
Of Christ’s pilgrims
Over pampered rabble
Disseminating Socialist sleaze.
Let the cursed impoverished
Self-deport and self-destruct,
Let them all shriek and starve,
Let them disturb the universe
With their abject lack of
Deferential self-regard.
Perhaps I am just old
And grown afraid, and
Merely think myself bold.
I say what I mean:
God clearly favors the fair
Of skin and hair,
Man as proud man, woman
As humble woman, nationalist native as
Natural heir.
Let the moochers and malingerers
Scuttle toward their
Degenerate lairs.
If I can only kill the mouse,
pinned and wriggling on the wall,
By burning down the house
So might it be.
I shall be free
To despoil, divide, dehumanize,
And dominate; to plunder, profit,
Pander and polarize.
My certainty shall ne’er
Flicker.
Let the simpering snowflakes bicker.
I’ll remain steadfast,
Never, ever betraying my fear.
All evil is of the opposition,
All righteousness, without exception –
Resolutely without exception –
Is mine.
Is this a crime?
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
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Posted on September 5, 2018