POETRY

This Fissure Runs Deep Through the Red, White, and Blue

a rhyming couplet poem on the state of our affairs

Fissure

This fissure runs deep through the red, white, and blue

If you’ve half-assed payed attention then you’ve seen it too

The two-headed snake would chew itself in two

So we vote and we try to find someone new

To lead this great country in spite of the party-of-two

The right and the left think of everything but you

Each has their posse of pundits, and media too

Manipulating the masses — I think we’re all screwed.

We need some resin, some epoxy, some kind of glue To save this great nation of red, white, and blue.

~Christina M. Ward, 2020

I have no idea why this poem wanted to be rhyming couplets — I never write them. But here it is. I hope you’ve enjoyed it — don’t let the implied sing-songy-ness of rhyming couplets distract from the seriousness of this topic.

I don’t have the answers. I am a healer of people — not nations. But to see this deep divide is rather painful for me as an empathetic person, a big-picture seer, and a concerned citizen. I feel we are all pawns in a great big game with only two players — the right and the left.

I hope someday, soon, we will find our way across that divide as a people, united.

Crazier things have happened, right?

Christina M. Ward is a poet from North Carolina. And she votes. You should too.

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