Democrats’ Grand Contradictions

They board private jets to island shores,
While flood and fire rage on home terrain;
They’re absent where real sorrow roars,
Yet pose for photo-ops in sunshine’s frame.

In crises here they do not stand in line,
But board a plane to distant shores for show;
They champion strangers while our own decline,
Then wonder why the crowd’s distrust will grow.

They don the mantle of thugs and thieves,
Proclaim “oppressed” the gangbangers’ cry;
But turn away from honest pleas,
As mothers in Main Street quietly sigh.

They praise the villain’s “poor pitiful me”,
Depict the gangster’s sin as pain;
Yet flee the mother begging mercy,
And let her heartbreak bleed in vain.

By stove and car we learned the code,
Where instinct speaks far louder than a word;
Through bans and burns, lessons bestowed,
Our judgment honed, our vision stirred.

“No gas stoves, no gasoline,” they cry—
“Only electrons!” (Unless it’s a Tesla’s you know.)
The water trickles, toilets choke and sigh,
Common sense flushed—watch sewage overflow.

When ideology dons its tinted lens,
Context drips away in partisan sight;
They filter facts through false-woven fences,
And lose the beacon of truth in daylight.

They laud the starlets chanting distant names,
While pious-poor are left without a sound;
Their lens is tinted by partisan games,
True needs and contexts long since drowned.

We swung the gates ajar, unbarred,
Let tides surge past the broken wall;
Law writ hollow, enforcement marred,
A flood of chaos heedless to the call.

They tore down laws to let the masses roam,
Endangering safety for a show of grace;
Now cry “injustice!” when courts enforce their home,
As judges bind the code they once displaced.

They bus in masses with an app’s quick grace,
While ID checks stall our own return flight;
They bend the laws to suit each sliding case,
Then cry to enforce them in endless night.

By midnight bus, by hush-tucked flights they came,
To small towns in the dark their numbers swell;
Yet citizens feel every tightening frame,
Lost in red-tape’s ever-snaring spell.

One crime’s face becomes the face of all,
Cartels whisper through compliant courts;
Buzzwords twist until the truth will fall,
And Soros-funded shadows steer reports.

“Defund the police,” they shout into the night,
“River to the sea” rebrands genocide;
Unrest promoted by BlackRock’s hidden might,
As they kneel to every trending, glorified.

They shutter precincts cold and raise the tax,
Unchain felons, fling the borders wide;
State schools and clinics fill each ballot’s wax,
While speech is gagged and free thought slowly died.

Our ship is steered toward a socialist breeze,
Our middle class adrift in shifting tides;
Common sense abandoned yields swift unease,
And unchecked folly as the nation slides.

Is this the dream they stand for, or folly so profound?
Our union frays at seams, in nonsense tightly wound.