Political Blinders
The masks are just a substitute for blinders
shutting off all vision peripheral
a ploy to keep the horses pulling straight
to reach the goals of gods quite mythical
No apple on a stick – they do not share
the bounty of their goals with those who pull
while running up a tab they’ll never pay
to soothe the dulling eyes covered with wool
Praise God they say – but never say which one
for fear they may offend those who have two
yet speak with solemn voice - averted eyes
somber tones their weapon counting coup
And yet we hold them higher than the rest
while hoping to be fed shout “you’re the best”
John G. Lawless
©9/21/2021
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