The dirty laundry
of democracy
Near impossible
to clean
You bask in freedom
until it’s gone
Whose nightmare kills
the dream
Warts and pimples
in plain view
Perfection
for the sage
To govern
as the Lord decrees
Our liberty
uncaged
To make those choices
for yourself
And pay the price
be damned
Instead of letting
tyrants rule
To serve
— at their command
(Villanova University: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Cleansing that dirty laundry will clear out the house with its stench. Many of the stains will never wash clean and have to be cut out. It is only now with time's glasses that we can see we have many times had tyrants we called leaders. Now under closer inspection they appear worse. A lovely write Kurt
Thanks. The dirty laundry is not to be cleaned. Like the tattered American Flag over
Fort Sumpter and Mt Suribachi, it defines our collective character.
I especially liked " our liberty uncaged". Great imagry with your choice of words and also a good rhyme scheme. Nice job.
Thanks so much. It's always about those 'Inalienable Rights.'
Man is born free and chains himself as he lives in an insane world, im afraid.
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