Poetry: Wonderland, The Alternate

The insurgent who attacks the foundation of our government, our constitution, our ethics, and our morals from within is able to fool some of the people all of the time. 

Nearly, not fully, one-half of the country follows, trusts, and loves, like sheep on their way to the slaughterhouse, the man who states loud and clear he is the only one who can unify the country in the midst of a "crisis" (that does not exist, by the way). 

What does this insurgent hold over the heads of the governmental party claiming him that makes them terrified to oppose him, even though some know they should?

© Wonderland, The Alternate

Mimi Wolske

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They wonder, never ask,

“Are suspense thrillers your thing?

Can you suck the rhetoric of hate?

Will you honor, obey, and keep

Your mouth shut?” On your knees

Is how you are seen,

Taking a vow of inequality.

On a road trip into alt reality

Where you end up becoming another self.

Did you think you had value?

You don’t. You never had worth.

Can you face that?

A psychedelic trip;

Don’t you know Alice is illegal?

Stay away from that mushroom!

Here, drink this; it’s spiked

With one or two roofies.

Hey, you’ll never know/remember

The geopolitics this liquid

Ecstasy will slam down your throat.

Forty-one called; it’s three a.m.

Find your own place

On the greasy, orange pole

Who presents himself

As the most important person.

Put up a fight—get attacked.

Watch words twist and fall

Down the rabbit hole.

Mimi Wolske

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(cartoon: NY-Daily-News-Trump)

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Letters We Share at Three A.M.

In case the word oligarchy is foreign to readers, it is described in the dictionary as “a form of government in which all power is vested in a few persons or in a dominant class or clique; government by the few.”

The U.S. also can be described as a plutocracy, which means a government or state in which the wealthy class rules. Nations operated for years under the rule of kings who lived in luxury at the expense of the heavily taxed working class.

It wasn’t until the U. S. Supreme Court’s “gang of five” slammed us with the concept of corporate personhood in its controversial 2010 Citizens United case that the reality of the U.S. oligarchy began to sink in.

A study on Princeton's website provides the grim vindication of what we already know: the United States of America is no longer a democracy, but rather an oligarchy.

This is a political poem about such an oligarchy.

©Letters We Share at Three A.M.

Mimi Wolske

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Never weep when the clowns leave the show;

There is always a circus,

It is not far they dare go.

In a nation become an oligarchy,

citizens should percuss

A call for all to anarchy.

You acquiesced when some rights were taken;

They over propagandize

So your right to arms is shaken.

We’re no longer a democracy.

The wealthy you dare not criticize—

But we can’t accept their profligacy!

With oligarchic sleepy fantasies

Filling their little minds,

With no care to appease

Any citizen of America.

Us kissing their behinds—

Them keeping our dreams in a hookah.