America, Who the Hell Are We?

America, Who the Hell Are We?

by Ernie McCray

Whew!
Wow!
What a ride!
I was about
to explode inside!

I mean
as a dreamer
I had thought
this election
was going to be taken
in a landslide,
that we were going
to kick Trump’s behind
from here
to wherever
he may have come from
and instead I’ve
been relying on
every form of meditation
I can call on
to keep from being
sent to a mental institution,
feeling like I’ve been a contestant
in a “Holding Your Breath Competition.”

But we won.
leaving us Americans
with a question:

“Who the hell are we?”

Author: Ernie McCray
I was raised in a loving and alive home, in a black neighborhood filled with colorful characters in Tucson, Arizona. Such an environment gave me a hint that life has to be grabbed by the tail as tight as a pimple on a mosquito's butt. With no BS and a whole lot of love. So, from those days to now I get up every morning set on making the world a better place. On my good foot*, and I hope my writing reflects that. *an old black expression

3 thoughts on “America, Who the Hell Are We?

  1. Aloha Ernie,
    I’m with you brother. I couldn’t bring myself to wish him well either. I thought that those on the TV that did were not really sincere and were just saying that because. . . well, just because they were on TV. Aloha, Glen

  2. I agree. “Who are we?” is the big question. Those who advocate trying to understand and compromise with the Trumpees need to acknowledge that we cannot compromise on some of their most basic beliefs. There can be no compromise on racism. The events of these next couple of months will be critical to our future.

  3. Bravo Bro …
    Come January 20th
    I would wish to be
    first
    out on the street
    shouting out
    to every Repug
    I chance meet,
    SHADENFREUD !
    Stan

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