“A Letter to the Six Grim Reapers of the Supreme Court”
original poem
“This is a letter
To the six Grim Reapers of the Supreme Court:
You know who you are
And we know who you support.
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You turned America back 50 years
And you plan to go farther.
Y'all are getting vacations and expensive gifts,
While Americans are told to work harder.
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You signed on the dotted line
With the blood of the women doomed to die
Due to your goddamn crusader agenda
Insisting that it's all pro-life.
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I'll paint a picture
Of what America will be like decades from now
If tyrants like you
Are allowed to stick around:
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Children will be born to women
Who can't take care of them.
The foster system will overflow
And kids will be abandoned.
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It will become a common sight
To see babies in garbage bins
And in boxes left outside hospitals
And firehouses and police stations.
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More women will die
From back-alley botched abortions.
They'll die from ectopic pregnancies
And toxic shock infections.
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Schools will be overtaxed
With the huge amount of children.
Too many kids, not enough love -
That'll be the next epidemic.
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Child abuse will be rampant
With not enough social workers to handle it
Neurodivergent kids will be pushed aside
And ostracized as delinquents.
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This has happened before
And it'll happen again.
Ever heard of the 1989 revolution
From the fed-up Romanians?
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When Nicolae Ceausescu was president,
He enacted a decree,
Making abortion and birth control illegal,
Stressing importance of the nuclear family.
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The children born of the decree
Grew up to see hardship and oppression of their parents
They rose up in rebellion against Ceausescu
And overthrew the Romanian government.
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Just think about that
When you're signing our rights away.
The children you're forcing into the world
Could topple your empire one day.”
“My Beside Eulogy to the Death of the World”
original poem
As the Frost poem proclaimed,
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice."
But I posit a different conclusion,
To the scourge that is humanity:
We will end in grayscale,
Bleached of color,
Only ashen white bones to remain.
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Only seconds left on the Doomsday Clock,
We'll obliterate ourselves,
And not even know it.
If the righteous shall inherit the kingdom of heaven,
Our spirits will guard this chasm-like purgatory.
We were anything but righteous,
And meek only in our church clothes.
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We all killed Mother Earth in our selfishness,
Polluting Her oceans, burning Her forests,
Hoarding all Her luxuries,
The diamonds you wear might as well be Her tears.
We filled Her skies with smoke and ash,
And so Her temper rose,
Yet you deny you did anything wrong.
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I am not innocent
Nor am I saved from the rising waters.
No ark will be able to handle all our inflated egos,
So learn to swim or climb to higher ground.
We will have deserved it,
The ocean feasts upon us,
As it swallows the land,
Preparing its palate for the main course of
Eight billion ungrateful parasites.
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Our irreversible demise,
Is the joke among the elitists who think
They'll be immune to the tsunami wall
Of humbling heading for them.
A man in Prada sinks just as fast as men in rags,
If only the hot air in your head,
Could fill an air balloon to save you.