Politics

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The podium shakes and the constituents rattle
For their generals on the field of prattle
Statistics rumble leaving tank treads in
The frozen psyche of the collective masses
Fear booms from white washed cannons
Laboring for power by a vote of hands
Ghost white knuckles clenched in agony
Reflected by unthinking eyes across the
Carpeted hall, perspiring with messianic
Purpose

Glances from left to right, shadows of good
Deeds cower in damp corners
The puppeteer ends his tirades to forced applause
And the hoarding misers blink behind two way
Mirrors at their investment
Forgoing glory, trading the spotlight in a
Lust for secrets
Knowledge of the unseen world where life
Is cast aside like dice in a heinous gamble
But the house of modernity always wins
Democracy always seems like the double zero
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Comments

  • Nice! I particularily like the line "The puppeteer ends his tirades to forced applause".
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I like that line too. It's the State of the Union address.....
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