History mired in vicious propaganda,
overpowered by bone tree logic.
Sore losers contemplate the blood on the floor
of the house in the capital.
Graves of founders exhumed
with sharpened false accusations.
Striations of once vital common knowledge,
then ordered and methodical, now oblique.
Logic stumbling amidst such poor footing,
footsteps of patriotism retreating,
tyranny’s unshod hooves clopping.
Common courtesy’s tear stained letters
can’t be read anymore;
too cluttered with apostrophes and ampersands,
out of tune, out of time.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just wanted to use "oblique".
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Comments4
The times they are a changin'
Loved the message of this poem. After studying several founding fathers and finding defects not taught in the classroom disillusioned and yet not surprised I came to the conclusion that we bury our dead in monuments not because they deserve them but because future generations do. They need heroes, saviors, and Gods to guide them and where there were none we create them in our minds with marble facades. A fave
Where we are at and inhabit, the truth is distorted and logic failing, patriotism is retreating, and tyranny is advancing in a loud, primitive and unrestrained fashion. 🙏🕊️
Dan, this is one hell of a powerful poem! Watching established fact become endlessly negotiable is frightening enough…but then you make the approaching menace audible, and suddenly the danger feels terribly near. Fierce and deeply unsettling, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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