The Good Ol' Days
a poem in response to US Secretary of State Marco Rubio's speech at the Munich Security Conference and the US/Israeli war on Iran
Listen to an audio recording of The Good Ol’ Days:
Ah, those were the Good Ol’ Days! When men were men and the West was best, When America was bold, beautiful and blessed, When good guys made the rules, when good guys were boss, And fought wars for democracy that good guys never lost. Hail, hail to the Good Ol’ Days! When noble Europeans crossed oceans and seas In search of land, resources and riches to seize. With God on their side they conquered and ruled Over backward, dark-skinned heathens and fools. Three cheers for the Good Ol’ Days That for five centuries stretched Europe’s borders, Imposing upon the world a Christian, capitalist order! Though land was stolen, women raped and blood shed It was only the bad guys who ever ended up dead. Where, oh where are the Good Ol’ Days? The halcyon era of exploitation and exploration, Of empire building and Christian indoctrination, The days when white man’s burden was to civilize The earth, its peoples, its waters, its skies? Gone, gone are the Good Ol’ Days! How the hell did everything go from bad to worse? It was that red scourge, that godless communist curse, And anti-colonial rebellions tearing empires asunder So that kings and capitalists couldn’t pillage and plunder. How to bring back those Good Ol’ Days, With the UN and international law standing in the way, With the Global South, China, Palestinians wanting a say? No, America must revive and reclaim without fear Its God-given right to dominate every last frontier. Resurrect the Good Ol’ Days And rise like a phoenix on golden wings of pride To forge with God’s chosen Israel as our guide A perfect world aglow with holy virtue and glory No matter how bloody the wars, how heinous, how gory! Alas, there shall be no Good Ol’ Days, Whether supremacist colonialists want to see or not The corruption, the hubris, the evil, the rot For no Messiah, no miracle, no saint, no sage Will stop mankind’s descent into a New Dark Age.


Great poem, and I'm one of those people who usually don't like poetry.
The darkest hour is before the dawn.
Fantastic poem! This stanza summarized the whole, freakin' mess:
Alas, there shall be no Good Ol’ Days,
Whether supremacist colonialists want to see or not
The corruption, the hubris, the evil, the rot
For no Messiah, no miracle, no saint, no sage
Will stop mankind’s descent into a New Dark Age.
Let's hope we get dig our way out of the New Dark Age faster than the last one!