This poem was written in 2014, but it’s just as poignant today.
Nightmerica by Tyler Pugliese
I imagine it was hard to begin,
200 plus years ago with a dream and a pen,
Where to start, how to be free
Of never sun-setting British Tyranny.
We the people, in order to form a more perfect union . . .
Have now been overwhelmed by political campaign contribution.
A dilution of moral resolution and lack of spirited revolution,
Speaks to me, as I find myself without patience,
Pledging allegiance, to the United States of Corporations.
What I have is the foreboding fear,
Of being stripped of those freedoms we hold so dear.
I declare these neglected truths to be self-evident,
As I dare defy myself, my government, and our president.
I reminisce about the faith I used to have in the Constitution,
Which is feeling more like a con, solicited by a corrupt institution.
An administration without my best interests in mind,
With incentives to bribe politicians and keep pockets lined.
I don’t have an expectation, just a political sensation,
That my meager donation can’t match a SuperPAC Foundation.
This is the realization of the future, of our generation,
Student loans, foreclosed homes, and tear-gassed demonstrations.
How to confess the agonizing distress,
When violence is used to suppress civil unrest.
Why is saying, “I’m angry!” grounds for being oppressed?
Yet I’m afraid. How’s that for a confession?
I feel powerless in a not-so Great Depression.
If I can’t change myself, how do I grab their attention?
They think they can buy our rights, auction off our elections?
Our democracy is not another monetary transaction.
We face a threat from within, a new form of tyranny.
This is Nightmerica, and you’re here with me.
We are citizens of liberty, against a tax exempt corporate entity.
We have a problem, they have a lack of accountability.
They own blackmail, white houses and grey ethics.
We are poetic, pragmatic academics.
They break laws of exchange, write blank checks and sow dissension.
We deal in cold hard change and the masses want back their pension.
We are a revolution of passion, we value only retribution.
Hi, We’re the people and we’re here for our Constitution.