A Short Critique on the American Democracy

Clare McCullough

Bottle rockets and the

Fourth of July

Who knew freedom came in a pack

Of hamburger buns

A celebration of this great nation

Independence day with nearly 25%

Of the world’s prison population

A history of slavery and terrorism

The mandatory nonvoter forever a nonissue

ignored abused and intimidated; American citizens

For fear that their preaching of acceptance

and tolerance just might start working

Predation is a part of exploitation

We’re American, we’re free but

hypocrisy is in the make of our 1770s jeans

Its not amazing that our empathy isn’t working

Don’t listen to Ron Reagan or Bill Clinton;

poor people are not to blame

it’s the piles of money and decades of shame

Law and order are easy when money has more

Value than Eric Garner’s ability to breathe

Lee, Michelle Ye Hee. “Does the United States Really Have 5 Percent of the World’s Population and One Quarter of the World’s Prisoners?” The Washington Post. WP Company, 30 Apr. 2015. Web. 22 Mar. 2017.

A Collection of Three Poems

Chris Kresser

The game show has begun
Stop talking when you hear the bell ring
You may respond if you’ve been called
Now let them all sing

We are here to find a leader
The one who will gladly take up the cup
Not for greed, power, or lust
But for god, guns, and country

Argot spoken from golden tongues
Ensemble suits and pockets weighted
The accusatory finger pointed at the congregation
But you will find no members of the cloth here

You say you know us
You say you know where we have been
“I am you”
But I cannot see what you claim

I see hefty shoulders and chins held to the sky
I see men with opulent houses
I see women with eyes burning and wide
Absent is the eagle’s seal

Bearing no branch of olives
No strife, nor character to claim
“The fault lies in you”
Says the appointed few

But to the land you love to castigate
Your contributions show only deposits
While the starved feeble parish
On the roads you paved with promises

Where will you go, when your kin ask you to atone?

Wise Words from the 26th
Red pen marks that circle around text
Covered across the white pressed surface
Looking on with doubt
I must remind myself “It is not the critic who counts”

To mark a page is painless
To shout at the stage is seamless
To call every play is effortless
To mock the one who tries is cowardice

Without sounding preachy
During my life I have come to know
When you’re the one in the arena
It is not they who make the mark

The only one that can critique
And second guess your every step
The only one that can truly fulfill you
Is the one who continues on

Till the very last breath

The Algorithm
Attached at the hip. Spines of rigid cogs and screws
An extension of my fingers. Printed black text
Updated constantly with the news.


The cacophonies rip at my back bones
But hey, at least now I fit the mold
Information bought not sold

I feel the dashes and dots in my brains
I can hear it coursing through my veins
All of it noise and echo chambers

Did you know this? Did you know that?
This is cool! This is bad! Error ERROR!
System hack. Upload. Reboot. Crash.

The Broken Pack

Fractured into little pieces

The broken totems will rise again  

The will of the alphas, has beaten the people into the ground

No longer are we a single unit

To them we are deadweight, we have been

Buried in the dirt, and freedom seems out of reach


The pack mentality has been broken  

And formation of tyranny is upon us

We put into power old men

Who send their young to fight their wars

Fear mongering over our supposed enemies

Segregating our own legion  

Hope has been replaced by contentment

For where we are

No prosperous future  

Will be built

For our young which we so dearly

Fight to protect

Only rotten carcasses

Will be left from our time


Arise! Unite the outcasts!

This is what they want

The great dumbing down

Of empathy and compassion

Slowly turning us rabid


Our voices will be our weapon

With it we will expose them

And their false claims

Claim they are helping the hungry

When they feed them picked clean bones

But they feed the gluttons

Endless subsidies   

We will expose them all


Our relentless howls will break the foundation

Of this this discriminatory food chain

The lies from our bicameral ultimatums

To solutions of our conflicts

Splits the pack in two  

The color of flesh divides, yet we all bleed the same

We have become rotten on the inside


There is no armor to defend them

The deceit they have brought on us

Will bring forth a wave of wolves

That have been bred

Through selfishness  

No one is immune

To the vengeance that will come their way


By Chris Kresser