Post-Election Poems

On Waiting

When Amalek
is President-Elect
“wait and see”
ain’t good enough
for you and me.

Street Prophets

I was out among the street prophets,
yelling about repentance,
so the next generation
can have a happy ending.

What I Thought Was America

What I thought was America
is gasping for air.

What I thought was America
will no longer be there.

What I thought was America
was usurped by those who don’t care.

What I thought was America
has left me with a blank eyed stare.

What I thought was America
came from dusty old scrolls,
written by revolutionaries,
only to be taken by trolls.

Unreal, America 

Identity politics is one confusing stew.
What part of me do you want me to remain loyal to?

The hardworking German immigrant who got injured on the job?
The moral hippie pacifist who refuses to harm or rob?

The kid who was raised Christian but whose soul is a loving Jew?
The working class southern raised American?

The long line of warriors running through my DNA,
the rebels and the patriots,
who sought a better day?

The peaceful spiritual warrior who stands before you today?

In this new haunting paradigm, what do you expect folks to do,
if we get betrayed by the red, white, and blue?

Absolutely, be proud of who you are,
your heritage, your faith,
and to thine own self be true,
but allow everyone else to do that, too.

They have no right to harm me or you.
So speak out for love and justice.
That is what you must do.
For that is the true nature of this red, white, and blue.

Scream it from the rooftops, “I belong here, too!”

Holding On

Spreading sage
to cleanse us all
as we enter a new age.

We are here to meditate
and stop the hate
before it’s too late.

We gave our love to the earth,
hugged each other for all we’re worth,
and sang out notes from the depths of our souls,
crying out for peace.

 

Nothing

I’ve got nothing nice to say
about a man endorsed by the KKK.
Your votes threw me under the bus
for your own economic gain.

Maybe you ain’t racist, you say,
so prove it, and stand up against hate.
This vile rhetoric you enabled
will only further divide our states.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of nine poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She enjoys performing her poems at open mics and entering them in county fairs.