The Grahamburglar Poet Monorhyme

Political Aims

Around the world the bombs are flying.
Political aims. Political lying.
Treaties are friendships, or so they’re implying;
As long as all parties are meekly complying.

Self-interested means, are always belying
The truth of the war; the truth underlying.
And we’ll call them soldiers, those men who are dying.
Not daddy, not brother, nor son, cause we’re trying
To ignore the sounds of hushed motherly crying.

So, “grateful nation”, why aren’t we decrying,
The barter of life, for the prizes they’re eyeing;
Those men in their suits who never stop lying;
Deceiving and scheming and constantly spying?

Now I lift my pen, and with ink that’s yet drying,
In glossy black verse, unjust wars I’m defying
Political aims. Political lying.
While around the world the bombs are still flying.

Preston Graham
04/16/15
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Terry O'Leary May 3, 2016 at 4:31 PM :-)

Earl Schumacker April 17, 2015 at 11:07 AM Hi Preston, Welcome to Poetry Soup. Nice poignant poem. Well done. You could have also turned this into a quatrain by leaving out one of the lines in the 2nd. stanza. This would also make for an interesting free verse item if you were so inclined and removed the rhyme. Keep up the good work. Good luck in your continued ventures. Earl

Judy Konos April 16, 2015 at 9:57 PM The United States was founded by the brightest people in the country — and we haven't seen them since. Gore Vidal