Too Late, FDR, and Y2K Gloom and Doom

I call it like I see it. I can’t be any other way. Whether I’m trying to be funny or serious, I can’t help but to be brutally honest. Perhaps my views are offensive to some. Perhaps they come as a refresher. Either way, it’s who I am. As you read these poems, understand their context. While I’m willing to discuss them in the comments, I won’t entertain knee-jerk reactions founded on partisan emotion.

A few weeks ago I left a comment on another blog when the blogger wrote about a current “movement” and expressed their support for it. While I understand the motivation behind this particular movement and support its intent, I asked some questions about its scope and challenged it in a couple ways. I just checked. I made my comment on 10/17, and it is still “awaiting moderation.” In a way, it tells me the author isn’t willing to have an honest conversation about the topic. Perhaps what I said makes them rethink their own position, but they aren’t brave enough to say so. I don’t know. Maybe I just reek of body odor or something.

Anyway, here are a some poems I wrote in reaction to various events.

Too Late (Mr. Clinton)
© W. Scott Grant
Spring 1998, prior to Bill Clinton’s impeachment hearings

Just because I don’t
     Want the details
I doesn’t mean I approve
I haven’t read the
     Sordid accusations
(They make my bowels move)

Once I was proud to be
A fool you’ve made of me
You sully the memory of
     Our brave sons
Who died to make us free

Your actions in the White House
     Have stained more
Than “that woman’s” blue dress
What else have you
     Lied about?
I choose not to guess

You’ve taken credit for
     Many things
You have not done
But you won’t admit to
     Certain things
Not even one.

You tell us you’ll take
You tell us your regret
You point your finger at
     A conspiracy
The details you forget.

You cry out injustice,
Any man would have done the same
I guess I’m odd…
     I don’t know
I don’t play that game.

We have no respect
     From the world
You’ve destroyed what was great
Impeachment or resignation – 
     You decide
Either way it will be too late.

© W. Scott Grant
October 14, 1995 2:15 pm

Fast-talking leader
     With all the solutions
     The people loved him
          He offered
          Hope, promise, dreams

I can’t be critical of
     The man
     Who became president
But from my historical perspective
     The Third Reich provided our solution

He left us
     A legacy of mortgage debt
Borrowing against the future
     My today

Because of that, though, I am free
The debt has been paid
     But the interest of human nature
     Leaves us all
         In a new poverty

Y2K Gloom and Doom
© W. Scott Grant
March 22, 1999 7:00 pm

Run for your lives, the end is coming
The world we know will be gone
One your knees – pray my children
Repent for all you’ve done wrong

But isn’t that what they said
A thousand years in the past?
History proved the prophets wrong
But now we see a different cast

Not prophets of spiritual gloom
(We have those, but they’re ignored)
But scientists and computer experts
Offering answers no one can afford

Fix the programs now, they say
Or else they will crash and fail
Just one second after midnight
No lights, no Internet, no mail

Total chaos, havoc worldwide
Martial law, armies on the move
Is this what’s in store for us?
Just what will history prove?

One thought on “Too Late, FDR, and Y2K Gloom and Doom

  1. Writing and poetry are about being who we are, not hiding it, so good for you. 🙂 These poems apparently date back a few decades and political administrations. And look, the sky did not fall, the computers took Y2K in stride, life went on. Things that appeared so big and awful and scary in the moment became much less significant in the rearview mirror. My mantra these days is “this too shall pass.” Thanks for the timely reminder.

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