Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part I
The call to order; the chorus now sings
Lord of the Flies dressed in his dapper best
Dance to the pull of invisible strings
Hands of the puppeteer moving the rest
See the perverse design of humankind
Exploited by those who would rule over us.
To our soft underbelly, we are blind.
Even the brightest miss the obvious.
Every campaigner’s fiat currency
By which the masses will be bought and sold:
Scratch it, beneath is no substance to see,
His debts tendered, payable in fools gold
But still the promise, cold unblinking eyes,
A righteous pillage, your justified prize.
2/29/16
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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