Friday, July 14, 2006
The Whos down in Whoville liked their country a lot, but the Grinch in the White House most certainly did not.
He had not arrived through the will of the Whos but stole an election he really did lose.
He vowed to "rule from the middle" then installed his regime. Did this really happen? Was it just a bad dream?
He didn't listen to voters, just his friends was he pleasin', now please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
Could be his heart wasn't working quite right. Could be perhaps he wasn't too bright.
But I think the most likely reason of all is both his brain and his heart were two sizes too small.
In a time of great turmoil, it was very bad news, A government leader who ignored his Whos.
But the Whos shrugged their shoulders and went on with their work, Their duties as CITIZENS they did casually shirk.
They shopped at the Mall, they watched their TV, and drove a big fat shiny gas-guzzler SUV Indifferent to the future being decided in Washington DC, Ignoring the threats to democracy.
Instead, they read different newspapers that ran the same leads, mostly reporting "news" that served corporate needs.
For policies affecting lives in all nations were created by giant international corporations.
Big business grew fatter, fed by its own greed But also by people shopping for what they don't need.
Then amidst all the apathy came signs of unrest -- And the Whos came to see they were fouling their nest.
The people who cared for ideals of the nation Began to discuss and exchange information. Events they could not find in corporation-owned news, Like top secret meetings and CIA coups, Drilling for oil and restriction of rights. The Whos published books and made some websites, started writing letters and using e-mail -- though Homeland Security might send them to jail!
What began as a whisper soon grew to a roar, These things going on they´d no longer ignore!
They began to rise up and to fight City Hall, Let their voices be heard, they rose to the call To vote, to petition, to gather and dissent, To question the policies of the "president."
As greed gained in power and power knew no shame The Whos came together singing "Not in our name."
As one-by-one from their sleep they awoke, The old, the young, and all kinds of folk: Red, Black, Brown and White, bi, trans, gay and straight, All united to sing "feed our hope, not your hate!"
Stop stockpiling weapons and aiming for war! Stop feeding the rich and start feeding the poor.
Stop storming deserts to fuel SUVs While telling us lies on our mainstream TVs.
Stop treating our children as a market to sack. Stop feeding them BARBIE, BARNEY and BIG MAC.
Stop trying to addict them to lifelong consuming In a time when environmental disaster is looming.
Stop the sanctions and killing of kids in Iraq And deal with those of our own who are strung out on crack.
Then a mighty sound started to rise and to grow-- "The old way of thinking simply must go!"
Enough of God versus Allah, Muslim against Jew. The state things are in this simply won't do!
No American Dream caring only for wealth while ignoring all our communities´ needs for health.
Rivers and forests are demanding their pay. If we're to survive we must walk a new way.
No more excess of mindless consumption. Let's sharpen our minds and strengthen our gumption. For the ideas are simple but the practice is hard and our future´s not saved by a poem on a card.
It needs ideas and actions of every & each Who So let's get together and plan what to do!
And so folks gathered from all 'round the Earth And what came from this was a miracle of birth.
The hearts and minds of Whos they did grow To fit what they felt and reflect what they know.
While the Grinches´ shrank from their hatred and greed, Under the weight of their every foul deed.
From that day on, the new standard of wealth was whatever fed the Whos´ spiritual health.
They gathered together to revel and feast, And to thank all who worked to conquer the beast.
For although our story pits Grinches against Whos, The true battle lies in what we daily choose.
For inside each Grinch is a tiny small Who, And inside each Who is a tiny Grinch too. One thrives on Love; the Other on Greed.
Who will win out? It depends whom you feed.* Ted Geisel found that shaving inspired creative thoughts and ideas. He even kept a file of ideas called the “Shaving File.” While shaving one morning, Ted pondered the swank party from the night before and compiled what he calls his first poem:
Mrs. Van Bleck Of the Newport Van Blecks Is so god damn rich She has gold-plated sex Whereas Miggles and Mitzi And Bitzie and Sue Have the commonplace thing And it just has to do.
"I hope..."Ted Geisel "From There to here..."Ted Geisel "My name is Ted Geisel"Ted Geisel "...like looking through the wrong end of a telescope..."Ted Geisel "Santy Claus why?"Cindy Lou Who "Unless..."The Onceler "I am the Lorax..."The Lorax * Dr. Seuss Went To War
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