The Elephant and the Donkey 

The Aftermath of New York: A Simple Poem

  The man sits above us

peering down like a predator

from his tower 

that none of us have been given the right equipment to climb. 
Some people admire this tower, 

ruby red in all its glory;

those who feel it represents their love,

their pride, 

their country. 

They are the ones who simply stand by

ignorant to the mere fact that the ground beneath our feet trembles more frequently. 

These are the people who put the vile man in the tower. 
They spit words at those who are blue, 

and those who scoff at the dirt on their shoes

under the influence of their vicarious boy-king because to them the color blue is anything but tranquility.

To them, it means a “nasty woman” fighting for a position such as his 

an effort he can strike down with icy words or dismiss by fanning bills from his pocketbook

because blue minds mean nothing to him.
But neither do red

unless it’s his own. 
But maybe the blue aren’t much better off 

Sticking their noses into the air and straightening their thrift-store ties  

Saying they’re lovers of equality, but  scolding their red neighbors, 

calling others uneducated when they have no desire to teach

and refuse to accept that they too have dirt on the soles of their shoes 

and maybe even palms of their hands 

from not washing them after making enough calls on an office telephone. 
In this world of red and blue,

I see little violet. 
I only see the man up in his tower 

watching us like we’re his mice 

who can never find the cheese in their dark cornered mazes. 

Author: Lannah Mary

An overly-friendly environmental activist, singer, and self-taught writer.

2 thoughts on “The Elephant and the Donkey ”

  1. Very smart interpretation of privilege. Great poem about politics without being ruthlessly political. Both sides have their issues, but if we learned to combine (purple) maybe we could really make something great.

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