You Can't Be A Good Person Poem by David Welch

You Can't Be A Good Person



I see a hundred million dead,
their bodies buried in mass graves,
not because they committed crimes,
oh no, they just didn't behave
the way some cruel ideologue
pronounced that all people should act,
when the new man couldn't be made
the socialists would just attack.
Trying to change human nature,
failing as we are fated to,
starving peasants, gulags of death,
rights destroyed for more than a few,
rivers polluted, fields glowing,
millions of people stripped of faith,
a formula that brought failure,
entire countries spent and raped.
And yet today the professors
cheerlead this abomination,
when every people that tried failed
it's a sure sign of damnation.
That the ideas, down at their core,
cannot survive reality,
that human beings weren't meant to
have absolute equality.
To try again, and kill some more
shows that these eggheads sure are dumb,
you cannot be a socialist
and claim to be a good person.

I see a self-convinced elite
lining their pockets with our cash,
not bothering to work for it,
why would they deign to go do that?
They can hide behind government
for unearned legitimacy,
ensconce themselves and build fiefdoms
so that they never have to leave.
And as it does to any soul,
that power will only corrupt,
and they now stoop to voter fraud
to never have to give it up.
Given that most of these people
were already craving power,
ae can't expect them to listen,
when we speak up, they only glower,
and act like we're the great unwashed,
like we're just fools for them to bribe,
honestly, if they told the truth,
they would prefer that we all die,
or at least be reduced to slaves,
with no voice, no choice, and no guns,
to be a politician now
means you can't be a good person.

I see people who celebrate
power only for its own sake,
who see tradition not as wisdom,
but just as something they should break,
who strip stories off all their heart,
replace that heart with talking points,
and when faced with other ideas
they throw a tantrum, wreck the joint.
Some expose their own families
for having their own point of view,
they hate your faith, but speak of theirs
and they'll sick the hate mobs on you.
They'll riot and burn down cities,
all while claiming it's justified,
then act appalled when the same's done
by the folks on the other side.
They'll say they're ‘fighting racism'
with a segregated safe space,
then claim your skin is ‘identity, '
and to deny this means you ‘hate.'
They'll protect any perversion,
no matter how sick or vile,
and hide their rich friends from the news
when shown to be pedophiles.
They'll kill sixty million unborn,
celebrate the great evil done,
you can't really be a leftist
and still remain a good person.

These things have become mutually exclusive.

Sunday, January 17, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,political,truth,society,morality,character,evil
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