Division Among Our Leaders
When Summer turns away-
The air gets cold at nights
and we can see our breath under our stadium lights.
is it a game? or politics…
those in command should not consign
to tendencies of despotism
denying oneself of control
affects the sum total of harmony felt by all,
jealousy slander spite
invites a monster with emerald eyes
the monster has a mouth
and ears behind everyone’s back.
acceptably foreshadowed by one named Forché,
“there is nothing one man won’t do to another.”
but everyone knows
a man cannot abuse a child
his empire will crumble in the face
of his own violation
-Ariana Corpus
Copyright © Ariana Corpus | Year Posted 2016
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