Offered Wine… Served Kool-Aide

Beware you serfs, sucked in

by superfluous words wrapped in thorns

pricked and pounded by talking heads

offering hot air opinions

floating away,

bursting in mid air

bottle rocket promises full of

spectacular show and nothing more

*

Beware of blunderbuss arrows

pulled from your quiver of bias

shot from tensioned bow pulled

back, bleeding hearts left crying

wounds that never heal, running

blood red, not black, white, or yellow

dreams stained streets crying for hope

futures down times drain,

never coming to fruition

*

Beware you serfs, feeding off crumbs

from the masters table thinking

caviar and filet minion

Promised “a chicken in every pot”

only to find bones and feathers

floating in cesspools of bigotry and hate

destroying the marrow of society

grinding bones of workers

into mortar for castles of gold

*

Beware you serfs when you watch

cherry picking favorite words and lines

feeling like twisted truth is genuine

offering you Wine … but serving Kool-aide

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider the Vatic Voice, the voice of the prophet in our poetry, speaking as though from the voice of God! I decided to try something different for me with a prophetic political rant. Tonight is the first of the Presidential Debates. Never have we had such extreme differences in the candidates. It is easy to simply choose someone who thinks and talks like we do, but there is much more at stake. We are choosing a way of thinking for the future of the country. The two candidates are really irrelevant, in my opinion. We are voting for a philosophy.

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66 thoughts on “Offered Wine… Served Kool-Aide

  1. Your poem could be a Sermon on the Mount, Dwight. The election and the philosophy as you say are so important for us. These lines jumped out at me:
    “destroying the marrow of society
    grinding bones of of workers
    into mortar for castles of gold”
    It brings the story of King Midas to mind, where it isn’t him that dies but everyone else at the end of the story 😦

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  2. kaykuala
    feeling like twisted truth is genuine
    offering you Wine … but serving Kool-aide

    While it is good to be cautious there’ll be elements pretending yet again and waiting to pull a fast one. Great closing on life itself Roth. And a very colorful painting!

    Hank

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  3. You hit the nail on the head with this one, Dwight!

    ‘floating in cespools of bigotry and hate

    destroying the marrow of society

    grinding bones of of workers

    into mortar for castles of gold’

    Exactly that! Sadly, I don’t think we will drain the cesspools for some time. Great to see another of your paintings though 😊

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  4. Dwight, we got our mail-in ballots and already voted to get rid of this horror you described so well! The debate last night was a perfect example of ignorance, rudeness, spite, lies, greed, and childishness on the part of one who is so ill-equipped for his office.

    I loved both your poem and your painting. ❤

    Hope this ends well! Time to clean up the mess. 🙂 Cheryl

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