“ Democracy’s Camouflage ” ~ of hand me down politics ~

 

Iniquitous we’ll agree

Life in a system rigged

Implied our democracy,

Alas where now to run

That we may be free,

From ignorance spun

In camouflaged debris,

Of hand me down

Political philosophy,

Said immoral fodder

For we the citizenry,

Made bear this anomaly

To feed the powers that be!

 

                                       Ode to Trumpeting  a Mayor’s Wall…

 

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“ Perhaps ” ~ he’ll not admit ~


His irrelevance
To a discomfited spirit,
Evasively duplicitous
He’ll not admit,
Says perhaps
What’s left of feelings
Has him camouflage
His immoral guile,
For his commits
He wants believe
They be a proper fit!