Black Friday 2005 (a poem)

Back in 2005, when I was still trying to adjust to life outside of corporate journalism, I dabbled in spoken word poetry; writing and reciting political poems on stage for politically pissed-off crowds in venues throughout Miami’s inner city. This was right after Bush’s reelect



Back in 2005, when I was still trying to adjust to life outside of corporate journalism, I dabbled in spokenwordpoetry; writing and reciting political poems on stage for politically pissed-off crowds in venues throughout Miami’s inner city.

This was right after Bush’s reelection so I viewed poetry as an outlet for the political rage I was feeling at the time.

And this was, of course, before I discovered the joy of blogging. Before I was arrested and found myself obsessing about something other than Bush and his war.

Yesterday’s story about a Walmart worker getting trampled to death by a mob of crazed shoppers in New York prompted me to dig up a poem I wrote on Black Friday 2005, which almost could have been written yesterday. In fact, I have not changed a single word before posting it here.

It’s not my best poem but it was probably the quickest poem I’ve ever wrote, considering I banged it out in minutes after reading an article from the BBC that was reporting news that wasn’t being reported by the American media.

Black Friday 2005

Black Friday was celebrated in the usual way this year

With frenzied crowds converging upon shopping malls

And frantic shoppers mauling one another over bargain deals

A nation bloated and gorged by consumerism

On this sacred day following Turkey Day

Meanwhile, the fighting continued overseas

That old war we won in 2003

If you believed the commander-in-chief

When he proclaimed Mission Accomplished

The end to heavy fighting

But on this beautiful Black Friday

The media was doing its job of ignoring the war

While portraying us a nation unified

As we scratched and clawed for the latest version

Of whatever it was sweeping the nation

Meanwhile on an overseas website

An underexposed story

Told about an overextended army

That came under heavy gunfire

Pushing the death toll over 2100

But back home, there was no talk of the six troops killed on Turkey Day.

There was no need to damper the true spirit of the USA

As patriotic colors adorned warmongering patrons

Who stormed the stores and ransacked racks

Trampling the weak while plundering their goods

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