You Believed

how does it feel to have been a believer? after all, you voted for mr. hope & change, after rallying behind him, after believing that he would be different than all the others, after seeing his wondrous smile, after getting butterflies in your stomach when he came near, when you saw him speak in front of tens of thousands, when you drove such a long way to listen to him, after you went door to door for him, after you recited his sayings with your pals, after denouncing every other corporate whore who ever ran for anything & yes, now you want to curl up in a little ball & whine yourself to sleep, don’t you. remember when you said to us who gave up on this disgusting, exploitative, greedy, cancerous, debilitating, broken & futile system years & years ago, that we were all pessimists, insane radical thinkers who only wanted anarchy in the deepest of our hearts? remember when you told us that you could change the system from within & that the idea is to never forget what the forefathers said (who owned slaves, who would not let anyone who wasn’t rich/white/male vote, who delighted in murdering the native population of this empire, etc., etc.), that giving up hope & not voting gave us all no right to complain? remember that? do you want another tissue to wipe those tears, little one? those of us who have had foresight from the beginning, remember--- those of us who know that if something is broken, fixing it is no longer an option, remember--- so when will you STOP believing?