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…
Assign me now
That I may crow
Of my knowhow,
Elect me to sow
A seed of endow,
Before they know
I’m dim as a cow,
Tho not so to tell
Be political snow,
Conveys bull well
Staged to survive,
At least first term
But with devil jive
For the shady trip
I need find learn,
Said a zealot game
Fate stands me fit,
Held stealthy gains
Of a second term sit,
That free ride prize
The taxpayer provides!
Another election farce soon to occur…
May future generations find a way to an
honest nonpoliticized, politicianless system!
Privacy be mockery
And illusional fallacy,
It drools suffer fools
Despite their need
Of secure conceal,
With unviable hold
Exacts secret seal,
While truth be told
Spying technology
Of legislator control,
Has this age of ology
Rule even ones soul,
With pathetic assure
Ostensibly bold,
Be political manure,
Of infertile maintain
Who offer a populace
Believing false claim,
Of inviolable privacy!
‘Tis but the hand
Of skepticism,
Politicos impart
The cryptic seed,
Which germinates
Its sorry feed
That instigates
Such pessimism,
While in the face
Of their betrayal
Cynicism flies,
To force impede
Inertia’s deed,
Chose let slide
Our trust naïve,
Turns to deride
Their legacy,
Now earth’s peril
Would see it turn
To lifeless dust,
Before the end
Of meager ride
Life did provide!
I see images
Of inimicalness,
Worrying
With purpose,
Of goading
Submissions
From humans
Too worn,
Exuding despair
Exacted upon
By greedy design,
In a situate
Beyond unkind,
While exploiting
Denies insouciant,
As they shape
Fellowman’s fate,
To thus so fit
A callous world pit,
Leaving behind
Obscured of hope
Beings of a kind,
Who shan’t survive
In a failed world
All but gone blind,
To bankers and brokers
And political jokers,
With their greedy designs!
In the dark
Of man’s mind,
‘Tis said resides
In cerebrum,
A wily bide
Thus callous side
Of invidious will,
Whose bent intends
A motivating state,
To but assimilate
Subconsciousness,
The while subduing
Resistance whole,
Hence to create
A nest hegemony
Of nefarious control,
For social leaders
Who puppeteer
Said fellow earthling,
Kept in the dark
Of their inhuman minds!
Man self portrays
As creature grand,
And self anoints
Be greater hand,
For fellow beings
To so command,
An axiom event
Mankind to face
As a human race,
Be sobering thought
Held question begs,
This notion stark
Of bogus intention,
Whose grand creation
Keeps man in the dark!
Poetry on a canapé 