In the aftermath of a day so dark,
We knew for sure there was a spark
The nation and world turned upside down,
While DC bureaucrats ran around
The sky was emptied of the planes
And caused the FAA lots of stuff to 'splain
(We didn’t know then, what we don’t know now)
But surely we have to make things safe,
Searching people all over the place
We needed a force, true and strong
Willing to guard us all day long
Working hard as bees
Screening us from all we see
The nation called for the best,
Finally settling for the rest
The biggest challenge in the race
Was when mall cops said ... below my taste
So now these 10 years hence
There stands this group, alert and tense
Trained to find threats wherever they are
They know no standard above the bar
We need not fear of death dear friends
While TSA checks each our soiled depends
TSA to their credit it seems
reviewed their process with eye so keen
and found no fault in their approach
for diaper wearing women must evoke
symbols of terror in all us common folk
2 comments:
Airport security is all about good intentions. They are trying to keep us safe. They are trying not to be bigoted. They are trying to be seen as responsive to prior terrorists plots. And that's the only way we can justify the lengths to which they go. But much of it seems like a silly (on a good day) or demeaning and tyrannical (on a bad one) exercise.
Oh, and kudos on writing a near epic poem on the TSA. (I say near because you'd need at least another dozen stanzas for the epic!)
Oh, and that was me, but Blogger comments are giving me fits again.
W.B. Picklesworth
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