Day of The Dead: Another New World Nursery Rhyme from Papa Possum. (For Election Day 2014)
For Election Day 2014
A new work from Papa Possum.
Enjoy, or not.
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Day of The Dead
(Requiescant In Pace)
All Hallows' Eve did come and leave,
November's finally here,
with children's smiles and candy piles
to add to harvest cheer.
Their parents beam but 'neath that gleam
there lurks a sense of dread,
for soon, they know, those laid below
rise for Day of The Dead
In Mexico, families go
to visit loved ones passed,
to pay respect, pause and reflect
that no one's life will last,
while in The North, we sally forth
to polling place remote,
while marxists red co-opt our dead
to cancel out our Vote.
That Soldier Brave his own Life gave
for Liberty and Vow,
that Grandma missed, that lost Love kissed
might vote democrat now.
That Sister, Frère, that Mother, Père,
that Hero in your eyes,
Family, Friends: just means to ends
to hijack the Franchise.
For we who see this perfidy
no mask the marxists don
will full erase true fascist face:
no mask will slip back on.
The Franchise wrecked, the disrespect;
it's long past time we said,
“Shout to the stars, 'These Dead are Ours!',
take back Day of The Dead!”
Day of The Dead, Copyright © 2014 Papa Possum
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Hear the audio stream here: http://papapossum.blogspot.com/2014/11/d...
A new work from Papa Possum.
Enjoy, or not.
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Day of The Dead
(Requiescant In Pace)
All Hallows' Eve did come and leave,
November's finally here,
with children's smiles and candy piles
to add to harvest cheer.
Their parents beam but 'neath that gleam
there lurks a sense of dread,
for soon, they know, those laid below
rise for Day of The Dead
In Mexico, families go
to visit loved ones passed,
to pay respect, pause and reflect
that no one's life will last,
while in The North, we sally forth
to polling place remote,
while marxists red co-opt our dead
to cancel out our Vote.
That Soldier Brave his own Life gave
for Liberty and Vow,
that Grandma missed, that lost Love kissed
might vote democrat now.
That Sister, Frère, that Mother, Père,
that Hero in your eyes,
Family, Friends: just means to ends
to hijack the Franchise.
For we who see this perfidy
no mask the marxists don
will full erase true fascist face:
no mask will slip back on.
The Franchise wrecked, the disrespect;
it's long past time we said,
“Shout to the stars, 'These Dead are Ours!',
take back Day of The Dead!”
Day of The Dead, Copyright © 2014 Papa Possum
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Hear the audio stream here: http://papapossum.blogspot.com/2014/11/d...
Poppa Possum has brought this to mind,
A voter of another kind,
One who with the left is closely wed,
The voter who is already dead.
Boom away on the big bass drum,
Where are the voters coming from?
Children, don't worry or waste your breath,
They come from the eerie realms of death.
Thank you.
And now I hate that conniving race card con about voter ID's all the more. In Alabama I'm proud to show my driver's license to the old ladies who are always there to check off my name as a voter..
I like coming at an issue sideways.
I'm glad the point was clewar.
Thanks, allosaur.
Thank you for that poem. I think...
Jan
What civilized country treats their dead this way?
Thanks, jlc.
"Interesting" times.
Thanks, Flootus
I'm glad the central point of this piece resonates.
know that Elvis is dead? . He's registered to vote
in Chicago." -- j