POLITICAL Poem: American Pie, by Cassandra Brandt

I think you’re forgetting something
Listening to too many mouths running
Promising to protect your piece of the pie
Swearing somebody’s out for your slice

I think you’re missing something
Between lines in the dirt there’s nothing
You can see connecting us to them
I think you missed the obvious evidence

The blood in our veins that all bleeds red
Our yearning to lay our children safe in their beds
Altruistic values that encourage us to do what’s right
The whole damn message of Jesus Christ
“You shall not wrong or oppress a resident alien;

You were aliens in the land of Egypt”

But I’m just an atheist quoting Exodus

And believers don’t even listen to Jesus

Yeah I think you missed something
Empathy, compassion, loving
You got the marginalizing memo instead
Only matters where your own baby lays her head

I can’t comprehend those blinders you wear

To compartmentalize and justify what’s unjust and unfair

To suspend empathy and sympathy for a certain demographic

As if human rights are dependent on geographics
Oh my your Christ would not approve
He’d strip his church of your twisted truths
He’d chase you from the pews, overturn the tables
Where billionaires eat and remind you of the stable

No room at the Inn?
For the least of these, the immigrant?
No food for empty little brown hands?
No sojourner welcome in your land?

Yeah I think you bought it for a price
The fear mongering preacher’s and politician’s lies
Your precious piece of the American pie
But you missed something between bites