Outlaws

Outlaws

A Poem by Bob B

The Bundy outlaws are back in the news,

Once again stirring up both cheers and boos.

This time it's Cliven Bundy's son

Ammon Bundy who's packed up his gun

And headed for Oregon with his outlaw band,

Willing to make it "Bundy's Last Stand."

They call themselves a "militia," but no,

"Right-wing insurgents" is more apropos.

Fighting an ideological battle

That centers on more than ranchers and cattle,

The outlaws have made it their goal to thwart

A reversal made by a federal appeals court--

A legal decision, which extends

The sentence of two arsonist "friends,"

Who, by the way, turned themselves in,

Having decided to take it on the chin.

An idea spurs the protesters along:

That federal ownership of land is wrong--

At least when it limits livestock from grazing

On government land. Thus the hell-raising.

The gun-toting thugs have occupied

A federal building, where they'll abide.

How much support would they receive

For seizing a building and refusing to leave

If they weren't white? Good question, yes?

Not very much would be my guess.

 

(1-4-16)

© 2016 Bob B


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