The bumper sticker said something cruel of the president

And the American flag sticker on the truck was upside down

Not sure what it meant

The other sticker was for Mission Barbeque

Someone yelled, “I thought that was you!”

Through the forest a man emerged

The political slogan on the front of his shirt was blurred

Something about T-R-U-M-P it read up close

The man who had yelled walked up and gave that other man a blow

Fishing poles were strewn about on the pavement

Red coolers and koozies with dents

Beer bellies, American flags

At the other campsite designer bags

Fists flew

It was a terrible scuffle of red, white, and blue

Police and EMS arrived

The yelling man had said, “I told you not to cross that line!”

“You and your people aren’t my kind!”

The two brawlers went to the hospital and then to jail

They were stitched up, fed, and then let out on bail

The first responders went home unscathed

Were given bonuses later that year because they were brave

The onlookers ate their barbeque in peace that night

After witnessing that horrible sight

Two men reunited after years apart

Politics had been their blight

They didn’t realize their ancestors worked to give people a chance to vote

Other ancestors developed the first responder program

Their political adversaries were why they’d had that day off at the lake

They’d never stopped to think

Politicians are just part of the system

There’s no hope in any of them

They are – like themselves – just men

But maybe wishing they had time for fishing poles and camp sites

But they must instead fix America’s blight

Instead of nasty bumper stickers and derogatory t-shirts

We should pray for the politicians first

And be thankful we even have the problems we do