Lovie Divine Poet Rhyme

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Disheartening observations of political wars

COOL’LAID COUP LAID

My oh my—doesn’t it look appealing,
Imagine the flavor, the plan, the prize,
promising promises, ready for savoring,
A cup held high before our eyes.

But pause before you choose to drink,
For it is not quite, what it seems. 
What glistens as good, what sounds so right,
May mask a far more dangerous means.

Coup d’état—an act of treason,
No matter who commits the deed,
No matter the banner, cause, or reason,
Truth bent to fit the need.

One of the highest crimes conceived,
Where justice must not be delayed,
When power is seized and laws are breached,
The cost paid by all who stayed.

A nation built on sacred ground,
On principles rooted in God’s Word,
When leaders break the laws they’re sworn,
The wound is deep—the blow is heard.

So let us refuse the coup-laid rhetoric,
The narratives poured to make us numb,
Resist the urge to drink persuasion,
From voices void of truth and love.

For games played on opposing sides
tearing at our common thread;
And if we’re not discerning still,
We’ll drink what’s served—and said.

Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2024

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