Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Fruits For Public Service

The machinations of
meritocracy achievers and
money mongers, thieves
hustlers and soul-reavers
bring the world to its knees
leave us stranded in the midst
this economic freeze

Weigh down and laden
every citizen's dreaming
of lives of comfort and ease
allow only the hand-picked few

will see thru the forest
for the trees

That we no longer believe
in America's seeds...
will never grow beyond
her manufactured confusion
nor, prosper the needs
our nation in regression
revealing our mass delusion

When will the bell ring?
freedom's piercing toll
calling to one and all
come and lay thy burden
and suffer no more

Lies from the Hill crash and
burn like deadly comets and
further separate the seekers...
longings for better days
wallow in lost hope and
long forgotten desires for
"my ship will come in"

Greed always wins*

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