Queen Democracy in flowing skirt
caught me staring at her
on a windy afternoon walk.
With a lovely smile
framing her lovely face,
she stepped up to the car window
and asked:
"Liked what you saw?"
I replied:
"O Queen Democracy
inconsistent were the winds
consistent were thy hands;
the wind promised changes:
but thy hands didn't let it deliver."
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Now that is a metaphor well understood and seductively written. A tease you might say where what is desired and dreamed of is thwarted by its own structure and winds of fortune. Loved it
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