Congressional Conserve
Then void the footprints so demur,
wherein once walking, my feet pure
now doomed to stalking, faith as cure
the vise I deemed as caulking, minus stir ~
My country, silence balking
truth to serve
retreat while there is lacking
moment's lure!
What then is counteracting
what reserve
the led are never leaders
pretense verve!
To keep thy promise keeping
keep your nerve
you backed away my seeking ~
. . . . . with conserve!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2012
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