The ruling class are very good
at politics and greed.
They harvest from the ripened crop,
but never plant the seed.
They left our country so divided
by all the lies they told
With promises of a better life,
setting young against the old.
If money is just made up
as something to make a trade
Why are so many without a home
providing roof and shade
There’s money in the coffers
when they want to buy a boat
Or somewhere for the ducks to go
around a stately moat
But solving fundamentals
of somewhere we all can live
Excuses are forthcoming
Sorry, no money I can give.
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That's what happens when the people in power and more concerned with staying in power than using it.
Politicians are the same world over. Politics has become a very vibrant economy so to say.
I love your poem. Very rhythmic. Flows well.
Politicians are the same world over. Politics has become a very vibrant economy so to say.
I love your poem. Very rhythmic. Flows well.
thanks for sharing
such an intriguing read..
(when we conceive and appreciate
the rotten pit of decay
and inhumanely aggressive, regression
to bottomless pitfalls of self-degradation, that
Politics
is, and will continue
to be: by Design
as forewarned by everyone
from Plato
to Virginia Woolfe
we may, begin
to look
to ourselves
and those by our side
for a tangible, path
to progression
in our lives, not only
up
with hands, stretched out
and decrying, or futile
Why's?!)
below, a link to an interesting piece by the aforementioned
Virgina Woolfe:
(
https://www.literaturecambridge.co.uk/news/vw-art-politics
)
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