Uncle Sam Dozing by J.C. Leyendecker.
In 2021, in the midst of the Coronavirus pandemic, I was asked to come up with a chalice lighting for July 4th zoom worship service of the Tree of Life Unitarian Congregation. The poem I came up with was inspired by that and our conflicted feelings over the Founders, Declaration of Independence, White privilege, and patriotic symbolism during a time of strife and uncertainty. Now, two years later, the details of the current crisis are different but no less fraught with danger to democracy, cherished values, and survival of life itself as we know it.
The prompt for the poem was taken from a 1924 cover of the Saturday Evening Post by artist J.C. Leyendecker.
Wake Up Uncle Sam!
Independence Day 2021
As an allegorical figure you have seen better days,
heroic posters, Saturday Evening Post covers,
Jimmy Cagney dancing stiff legged,
even stilt walkers in Main Street Parades.
But as a shrewd Yankee trader ready to sell some
cure-all elixir at inflated prices,
at least you were truer to the spirit of America
than some goddess Columbia in a Liberty Cap
or crowned Lady in a Harbor offering
conditional welcome to swarthy and pitiful refugees.
Like the Flag that bedazzles your swallow tail suit,
high top hat, and pantaloons you have become
an empty symbol of chest-thumping jingoism
devoid of the promises of that Declaration
we are supposed to celebrate today
or any of the ringing rhetoric
that promised us something different
and finer, more noble and widely embracing.
We never quite lived up to all that hokum and hurrah
no matter what a show we made of that banner
and frankly of you.
No wonder you needed a nap.
but that M-80 lit under your tilted chair
should wake you up at last.
The enemies of Liberty are afoot.
It is time to wake up defend
those old promises,
snake oil though they might have been.
—Patrick Murfin
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