Poem Body
Destiny for Dreamy Dopes...
Religious politicians will end us all,
like Lemmings we sleepwalk behind.
Let’s leave Europe, or build a wall,
It’s the politics of the blind.
Let’s stand foursquare with corruption,
greedily gorging giant golden grounds.
being a part of mother earths destruction,
believing it’s never as bad as it sounds.
We’d rather listen to soothsayers,
peddling poison propagating pap.
Remembering them in our prayers,
tepidly trooping towards the trap.
Comments
The giant...
that is America, is slow to wake, but once she is in motion, she can change direction quickly. I am still amazed that there are so many people that are still "loyal" to the President, but I guess that once having put so much faith and energy into a leader, they are reluctant to admit that they could be wrong about him. I understand that. No one wants to admit that they have been fooled. Kinda like the "Emperor Has No Clothes". I think that once the level of frustration reaches a certain point, that most of the American people will wake up to the fact that they have been bamboozled; and when that happens, they will be mad enough to do something about it. This poem is on the money, it has a good rhythm and rhyme and it is plain enough, that one doesn't have stop and figure it out. ~ Gee.
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