Falling Upon My Sword

My ethics roundly are ignored. I prepare to fall upon my sword. However true I wield my blade given time, thrusts seem to fade. Now it appears to be so plain our nemesis can't be slain. Even with downtrodden mistreatment sadly there will be no impeachment. Can we quell the greed at the top? Our self interest wave will not stop. We nurture bigots, a bumper crop on racial issues they flip and flop. Will virtue reclaim this nation state? Never. If voters don't relate. Threats to reshape the world order start with his will to close our border. Stack all the moral arguments on high he'll still be here, I ruefully decry! Here I lay bloody 'n gored through my heart is my trusty sword. Written 4/26/19 Sponsor: Dear Heart Take the Dagger Out Contest