We followed heroes
That weren’t,
They who sent boys
In their stead
To get burnt,
Maimed, lamed
Or wretchedly dead…
We follow cowards,
Who professed
To undo the mess,
Of affluent power
Held un-confessed,
Orchestrators
Of partisan-fests,
Only to find
They heroed us blind,
To pocket what’s yours
And what’s mine…
Yet we the naive
Follow heroes that aren’t,
Who cause us grieve,
The while charade
Fixing the morrows,
To incarnate their masquerade!
Poetry on a Canapé 
So appropriate with all the “Presidential” debates upon us here, more of a reality show. Very powerful poem. 🙂
Thank you Paulette. We are living the same in Canada with our federal election upon us this coming October. All the pseudo saviour heroes are jockeying for position to lead us to the promise land, with the usual lies and broken promises dancing on the strings of the financial power puppeteers. Politics the world over don’t you know! Jean-Jacques
Sad but true. Too bad it isn’t ancient Greece when hubris was a high crime.
Sad too for the Greek population of today that the ancient Greece philosophy on hubris did not survive. Greece might not be living the deplorable economic catastrophe they are presently trying to survive. Jean-Jacques