She walked along the sun-lit shore
And said her name was Truth
She fell from lips of every bore
And ‘scaped the voting booth
Her mistake, one of reaching back
Facts gathered from the root
Gaining hard from tail of the pack
Greed entered voting booth
Dressed in cloth so tailored and fine
He put his minions just so
Greed flashed his smile oh quite divine
Promises; power and gold
He pledged a power beyond their need
“Follow me, an easy row”
Liquid influence; oh sweet mead
Nothing to do – just say “no.”
Greed founded a political shelf
And through teeth still quite divine
Fronting those who vote against self
Regaling them with his greatest crime
Did greed succeed – making truth moot?
I for one won’t abide
His forcible rend by nail and tooth
Believing Truth is forced to hide
Moving further, some inland shore
Mosque address is but a by
Line on page twenty plus four
Prime news: mort payments shy
Sadly, Truth skulks the inland streets
Barren of youth and sound
Where life is sold to make ends meet
Truth, not easily found
Not in the burbs? Maybe in town
Hiding in campaign lore
Alley dirty, slogans all ‘round
Next to what was a General Store
Dress in tatters, no sun-lit shore
Can Truth hold strength to greed?
Slipped the lips of too many bores
Liberty, country called as creed
“*How strange is the lot of … mortals”
Each life, a single sojourn
Dragging Truth through hideous portals
Awaiting gold – in return
Where’s the country to shelter Truth?
To wait Her patient assay
Who sees Her rape as vile, uncouth?
Beautiful mouths; adorned decay
Oh for the day when Truth will rein…
But truth’s always been a tool
To tease and dig the lie’s huge skein
To speak its power to those in rule
Truth will remain abused and lost
If we fail to sow her seed
Grab our shovels and dirt be tossed
Upon the grave of greed
My daughter complained very bitterly of the cheating when she was in college. She’s right she would have had a better GPA if she cheated, but her GPA was good. And ten years later, she can function in the workplace on her own. I’ve fired the ones who can’t think for themselves and can’t help but wonder if they didn’t cheat their way to their GPA’s.
Nancy