Unrequited Love

A quiet movement has arisen among middle and working class White Americans who have for generations voted Democrat, but who have belatedly recognized that the Democratic Party of today is not the Democratic Party of their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents, but is now the party of Marx, Engels and Hugo Chavez, and they want nothing to do with it. And so they are walking away, walking because they know now that the current Democratic Party does not love them as they once loved it, recognizing, again belatedly, that the Democrats want to flood the country with illegals from countries having nothing to do with the United States, culturally or historically or linguistically, and are importing these people by the millions who will take their jobs and ultimately take their country that they and their ancestors built. And so they are walking away, in small numbers so far, but the mood and the numbers are growing.

Abandoned, alone, they expect no amends
The party they loved now says let’s just be friends
With sadness and fright they see strangers alight
From the busses near flowered tombs
Of  forebears and parents and all they revered
And watched strangers take all the jobs as they feared
They took much in stride, they had faith they had pride
But they know an election looms
With sadness and anger they’d walk cross the floor
They’d pull the straight lever marked D never more
By party betrayed, the decision was made
Unrequited love leaves dead blooms