Tag: political poetry

Friends Like These

Gather ’round and your attention lend

to the GOP’s crass and shallow end

not by a gun on its knees did bend

but by the making of a certain friend;

for it’s not hard to follow the link

from Putin’s stolen oil to Trump inc.

hanging o’er all this is Tillerson’s stink

draining Earth of all Exxon can drink.

Congress is dying to scratch that itch

they don’t care Trump is Putin’s bitch

because all their wagons they did hitch

and don’t Republicans help “friends” get rich?

Please don’t forget the evangelical

bible in hand yet life hypocritical

their mute voice as we cried hysterical

o’er women with which T got physical.

Last in line the conservative voter

in dire need of a personal tutor

to help them choose against the looter

whose tiny hands must grab hooters.

Kaleidoscope

I see –

corrugated refractions

incessant distractions

wheeling skies

unheard cries

congenial fashions

windswept passions

outstretched theft

unmeasured heft

cold disputations

warm incantations

singular focus

hocus pocus

lost translations

awkward hesitations

waiting cymbals

dusty hymnals

strident quotations

surprise visitations

pulsing signs

sharpened tines

sly refutations

queasy reputations

overgrown trails

rusted nails

sad dispensations

tepid conversations

absent friends

auspicious ends.

Liberty Bell Alarm

Frodo lost a finger, Luke his whole right hand,

King Arthur lost his kingdom,

and Lennon lost the band.

Nero fiddled sweetly, Neville said it’s cool,

if you can’t see what’s coming,

then brother you’re a fool.

Sound the bell with vigor, the thugs at the gate,

are shoving on their jackboots,

and shouting out their hate.

Whether you’re a farmer, wear a suit and tie,

what we want to know here,

is where your conscience lies.

It’s ok to stumble, some will even fall,

for you to be a hero,

you first must hear the call.

Slide into your armor, sharpen up your sword,

link arms with your sister,

get ready for the horde.

Frodo saved the Shire and Luke saved his dad,

Arthur saved his land entire,

and John was never sad.

Nero was an asshole, Neville even worse

if you can’t see what’s coming,

then brother you are cursed.

Alazia; The fear you are no longer able to change. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. John Koenig