They promised the strongest economy.
They promised to target minorities.
They promised they would be authorities.
They promised financial autonomy.
They promised with such false dichotomy.
They promised no inferiorities.
They promised all this to majorities
On whom they performed a lobotomy.
What they promised ain’t what they delivered,
Yet, you hope—pray—that this man ain’t the same.
“He isn’t the same”; sure. He might be worse,
But, if not, many are chicken-livered
Because of his malicious—corrupt game—
Leaving a nation’s morals in a hearse.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
January 25, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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- Comment from author about the poem: Form: Petrarchan (Italian) sonnet. Meter: Pentameter. If there’s one thing history has taught us, it is that people are notoriously bad at seeing themselves and their decisions clearly.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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I see what you mean in the similarity of our writes today and hear you well. Powerfully written.
Thank you, my friend! Indeed! As I do you! Thanks again. Here's to keeping open eyes and ears. ❤️🙏
Powerful statement and one i totally agree with, enjoyed the read
Thank you, my friend! Much appreciated! ❤️🙏
You are very welcome
I liked how the years are used to mark points in history like coordinates, very effective there , T👍🏻🙏🏻✌🏼
Indeed. Thank you, my friend. I am glad that worked and the poem delivered. ❤️🙏
A very nice sonnet. Loved reading this!
Thank you, my friend. Glad it delivered. Much appreciated! 🙏❤️
You're very welcome!
You know that Petrarch guy?! lol.
Nope. But love his Sonnet structure! LOL! Thanks Orchi! ❤️🙏
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