Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
The whole world has become one huge audience in this unique political farce -- so no wonder that we, the immediate neighbors, act like all neighbors do, sticking our curious noses where it's not their place.
However, doing that, we are merely some clumsy imitators of those who have been doing that on a much bigger scale.
So, what do we see over the fence? Being good neighbors, we won't call it anything overly derogatory -- let's say, something like an "asylum for the politically insane" sounds polite enough.
We, Canadians, are not particularly critical, let alone cynical about the whole situation, as we honestly wish all the best to our southern neighbors. What a heck, we are so mellow, we wish all the best to all the people of the world -- especially now as another Christmas is approaching.
Somewhere within the next three pieces of my prose in rhymes, you may find my own genuine love and respect for American people. O.K., didn't go as far as to include their politicians, but a selectively loving neighbor is still better than an evil one, right?
So, as I always announce my imitations of poetry -- "here I go", and if you are willing to read a little between lines, you can't miss my big peaceful and respectful heart.
War created bizarre allies, while peace could be divisive.
-- Ian Rankin
Canadian Mr. Rogers about His Neighborhood
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood..."
and you know how the lyrics are going on
so here I am in Mr. Roger's all rosy mood
even though not exactly his mental clone.
But nor is America a neighborhood-in-the-sun
and I'm still waiting for all clouds to disperse
all that turmoil to be finally over and done
so I can write about it a happy verse.
Every time that I took a flight there
I was always asking for a window seat
admiring the landscapes from up in the air
huge cities and those farms all looking so neat.
Feeling at home, with each stranger like friend
might as well be Europe with my native town
so that I just can't wait for this crisis to end
with all those angry voices to quiet down.
"I always wanted to have a neighbor just like you"
sang good Mr. Rogers -- I'm feeling the same
longing to see America that I always knew
after all, we're only people, forget name.
Build bridges, not walls.
-- Suzy Kassem
God be my witness, I love American folks
just like I love people of any other state
I'm not about to start a medical hoax
as if to paint America less great.
But when one of my kids would have laryngitis
I didn't call it "nice Louis Armstrong's voice"
so when I am talking about Americanitis
it's gesture of caring of my own choice.
Now, let's face it -- Americans are going nuts
yes, this diagnosis is not sounding very formal
it's becoming a chronic case of no-brain-all-guts
that seems to be turning into next national normal.
This is not America as the world has known
always healthy in spirit, so united and strong
political camps are pushing ideas of their own
while each seeing in the other too much wrong.
America used to be so clearly defined
Reps and Dems balancing common acts
now it's like both sides are losing their mind
and it's so hard to tell apart all lies from the facts
Could people wake up from this nightmare
once again to show the world their true face
to cure this Americanitis not seen elsewhere
and to stop this insanity of a wild political race.
All for one, and one for all, united we stand, divided we fall.
-- Alexandre Dumas (The Three Musketeers)
What Flag for This America?
Like a bunch of spoiled capricious kids
we raise voices like in out of tune song
each asking for the respect of their needs
and each making our demanding so strong.
In this tug of war we seem to be thriving
with our passion resembling sheer hate
appearing more like drifting than arriving
to some good predictions of country's fate.
Democracy quickly turning into a farce
dictating much more like the new norm
as if everyone's fallen down from Mars
perpetuating this crazy political storm.
No one seems to be listening to a reason
each sticking stubbornly to their affiliation
while there is no bigger act of the treason
than by weakening the spirit of the nation.
Those election colors of red and blue
can't belong to the same proud flag
with all that hateful, dividing brew
that's making it just a colorful rag.
Couldn't all the people look for common goal
instead of only seeing what takes them apart
so that their flag gets back its ever proud soul
waving above cool heads with its warm heart.
© 2020 Val Karas