That all politics are local is a bitter truth
Our first level so-called leaders full of greed
Selling their souls for political clout
Officers of the court in word, but not deed
They’ll use their position to hinder rule of law
Demonstrating hate for who stands for right
Anyone can see their games are a fraud
Against the law they swore to uphold they fight
Going as far as to deny the oath they swore
Showing how they fear the principled few
Like children at play making their own rules
Running their games like amateurs do
As they gain more power from what is allowed
No remedy for when good people are wronged
The ghosts of days past the story to become
We can’t tolerate these abuses for long
Thinking they have power to enforce anything
Becoming self important insulated from truth
There will be no one to enforce their tyranny
What then will be the usurper’s next move
Having shown that they fear what is right
Scared to death of those who don’t cower
Why are the brave so important that they hate
Believing we want to steal their silly power
If the cowards are left to their foolishness
Right versus wrong will come to a head
Like in the past a declaration will be made
Without voting and standing up liberty is dead
JBentley-07Sept2025
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Author:
JBentley (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: September 12th, 2025 19:43
- Category: Unclassified
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