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
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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
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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
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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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