Sonnets from the Swamp II

senate

November Tuesday

The Body Politic comes to the fore
And calmly flaunts a great hypocrisy
Then leaving all the truth behind the door
Insists that for each kiss there is a fee

Senselessly they seek a way to prove
That deep in rivers clogged by man’s pollution
Dreams might live while changing tides remove
Castles built on shameless elocution

But, yet, the Master’s universal plan
Allows few shadows (none of any note)
So, given time that’s free within the span
Of sun to moon,  you’ll have the time to vote

Thus folks might rail against the current trend
Of politicians playing, “Let’s pretend!”

2 comments

  1. Gene,

    The poetry is stellar!

    The closing couplet is an indictment justly rendered;
    as a matter of fact, the whole sonnet is such.

    Keep on keepin’ on! Thank you for being here.

    sarah

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