Hearing the Sweet Sounds of Making America Hopeful Again

by Ernie McCray

As the torrential winds
of Making America Great Again
die down
I hear music in my mind,
songs of change
that we’ve cried out for
during these times,
love songs
composed
by Harris and Walz

dedicated to building up the middle class,

to giving people more buying power

and more chances

to create intergenerational wealth;

sweet melodies

sung harmoniously

about racial equity

and affordable health and child care

and paid leave

about people expressing their freedom

by being neighborly,

jazz-like riffs

that lift

us above the non-life-affirming realities

the creator of MAGA

wants the nation to live by,

his mission

which is all about getting permission

to reign like a king,

doing whatever he pleases,

thanks to the highest court in the nation.

 

Oh, but is he ever singing off key
since, in my imagination,
it occurs to me
that what I’m hearing
are the sounds of
Making America Hopeful Again:
MAHA.

He can’t win
in a world of love songs.

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

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