#NaPoWriMo Entry #5: “To an Un-American”


Technically this should have gone up yesterday, but I’m now two poem behind.  Haikus, here I come!

I don’t think there was a single piece of inspiration for this piece.  It is political, which means that Adam Callaway should not read it.  It also has some bad language, which means anyone who is easily offended by slurs and the like shouldn’t read past this sentence.  Hopefully my intent will become clear in the reading.

Here goes:

No idea who took/made this picture, but I would like to credit said person…
“To an Un-American”

You should see yourself in the mirror
when you talk about your country.
Think of all the nasty things you say:
“We’re a warmongering,
stinking center of rectal excretion
in the shape of a nation.”

“If only things could be better,” you say.
“But they’re not.” Only,
you never quite say it like that
(even though you do).

So your colleges no longer teach American history
(even though they do)
and you believe religious people
shouldn’t be allowed in public
(even though you do).
You want Iran to win the war
(that isn’t actually happening (yet)).
You want terrorists to eat our babies
and kill mothers with bombs made
with tiny nail factories inside
to usher in the age of blood-thirsty,
soul-crushing radical secularism
with a side of socialism…

If only you’d agree with those who love America
(who haven’t read a proper history book
since high school (though you have))
and who believe the return of Christ
is just another way of saying “America is great,”
because the second coming will happen in Kansas…

Maybe you’d be a real American then…

Not that you know what any of that means.
After all, you say the Founding Fathers
were treacherous, slave-owning sexists
who saw God as a personal pursuit,
not a life to be lived in His light
and shoved into one’s brain with an Acme Hammer
like Wiley Coyote and common sense.

“That’s all, folks!” you say,
“No offense.  We’re all on the same side.
We want the same thing.”  Except you don’t.

So, you heathenous,
socialist, fascist, communist
pigdog whore-basket fecal smear…
You waste the air we breathe
when you talk about a better future
and jobs
and rights for
niggers, chinks, towel-heads,
cholos, coolies, homos and
the little sex objects that
need to be at home tending to our needs…
You love the poor too much,
and your country too little.

If you only knew how un-American you are.
Maybe you might try to be a better person…

About the Author:

Shaun Duke is an aspiring writer, a reviewer, and an academic. He is currently an Assistant Professor of Digital Rhetoric and Writing at Bemidji State University. He received his PhD in English from the University of Florida and studies science fiction, postcolonialism, digital fan cultures, and digital rhetoric.

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