False Idols

Once upon a golden calf
is now a raging bull

Once a saviour walked on water
now He walks on oil

Surrounded by disciples bent
on scorching fertile soil

Oligarchies drunk on power
will never have their full


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Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Sambourne Avatar
January 25, 2025 at 7:11 PM
You've mapped the political landscape so well Maureen. We're in a maze once again. Pronouncements from the US capital are often at odds with each other. What the oligarchs will sign into law has consequences long lasting. A timely write. Best wishes.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 27, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Thank you Brian! I do so miss not caring about american politics, the consequences are not going to remain within her borders. xomo
Buhagiar Avatar
January 23, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Maureen, you are sublime. Glad I saw your poem.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 23, 2025 at 10:05 AM
You make me blush. Thank you dear! xomo
Beaufort Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Maureen, you have it pegged precisely! Our leaders and business people may have an idea how things really work in nature, but they would rather sacrifice everyone's future for the sake of short-term profits. Our rules of accounting would look very different if the costs that we all pay were borne by these unethical and amoral criminals. There will be no escape from natural law. We'll be seeing it all very soon. I'd say smiles, but it seems annoying to ponder their stupidity and selfishness.
Beaufort Avatar
January 26, 2025 at 8:10 AM
Thanks for that Maureen...I think when they get to Mars, they will be pretty disappointed. There's no place to sail a yacht on Mars.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 22, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Well said. There is no escaping nature, I suppose unless you’re rich enough to get to Mars while you can. We’re at tipping point and they know it, they’re banking on it, literally. My brain/heart hurts. xomo
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 6:43 AM
They will only thirst for more power. Maybe a few drinks by water boarding will send them a message? That guy is certainly no savior. Time will prove it. Good to see you, Mo. I've been on sort of a hiatus.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Love your dark side! Water boarding not a particularly Canadian way tho lol… Time indeed, with threats of annexation, plans to expand territory, this canuck feeling like a sitting duck ;), xomo!
Allison Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Excellent ink, all power to your pen Mo! hugs Jan xx
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 6:39 AM
Thank you dear! I was trying to get back to sleep, even counted sheep, my brain kept interrupting me until I got this out. ;), xomo!
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