So Sad, So Sad, Indeed
By: Michael McGrath - Mar 12, 2022
So Sad, So Sad, Indeed
The heft of Buddhist teaching
Connect us all together,
We ask not “How May I Help You,”
And don’t consider whether.
Instead we ditch the I and You
Because it’s always we
Instead we say so simply
“How help?” Now do you see?
It’s something long forgotten
In this day of cancel culture.
We’re more concerned devouring all,
Behaving like the vulture.
To ravage is to win it all
And winning is the thing
Important more than being right
Thus claiming to be king.
Today there’s words we can not say
And books we can not read.
Imagine that, you poets past,
So sad, so sad, indeed.
Hospitals with patients full,
Kids and pregnant moms
The victims are the ones called thug
By foolish little dumbs.
The ocean’s rise will sink us all
And storms will ruin crops.
Full steam ahead we hear them shout
The asshole craven fops.
The truth is fluid in its use
No longer fixed and duly.
The whites are called the good and just
The blacks are called unruly.
- Scott reminds the rich are different
Hear them cry their need.
The poor are left to hunger
So sad, so sad, indeed.
As I come near my end of time
And disengage life’s pace
Can’t help but worry for my kids
The madness they will face.
The world is crumbling mightily
And war is given short
If you don’t see a problem dire
You’re moored in batshit port.
The crazies all surround us
A gun-fueled lie-filled breed
They’ll shoot you dead for being right
So sad, so sad, indeed.
I still cannot be certain
Of the when and how this came.
Why just last week it seemed so sane
The differences so tame.
Or maybe I’m the one at fault
I turned my eyes away
Refused to see it coming
And failed to hold at bay.
These times are not the ones I saw
When I was young and growing
Better days would lie ahead
I grew up with that knowing.
But now I think the tipping point
On all things needing heed
Are reached and passed beyond our hope
So sad, so sad, indeed.
A civil war is coming soon
Perhaps already here.
The world is going all to hell
There’s just so much to fear.
Good men get shouted down to ground
By foolish little Renfields
Who care not for the right or wrong
Just all the norms repealed.
I hope it’s not too late right now
To wield our weapon’s might
To hold on to the true and just
And give them hella fight.
As awful as this sounds right now
Our strength is what we need.
Or else we say goodbye to peace
So sad, so sad, indeed.