Without Rhyme Or Reason
The Politician Dogs
After the mindless wicked have their way,
Ply tarnished, tortured spirits with deceit,
When love not hate remain at break of day,
In spite of treachery the lovers meet,
How bitter are the twisted minds so cruel,
To gleefully disrupt the path of truth,
How mournfully the ranting of the fool,
And tangled is the tongue of those uncouth,
Now brazen is the bold unyielding beast,
Who hides behind the premise of the good,
And they who earn the most shall pay the least,
Whilst paupers toil long hours to earn their food,
The politician dogs shall have their meat,
Feed the torn, tormented spirits on deceit.
Linda S. Harnett. © 2010.
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The Politician Dogs
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