The Endless Cycle
Delivering what we said we wanted,
wrapped in dirt and mud
The politician slashed and burned,
and each time drawing blood
He tapped into our memory,
with fear and recompense
Reminding what the past was like,
with promises incensed
He sang old songs, romanced the strong,
the weak then cast away
The jungle’s laws put back in place
—our hopes and wishes preyed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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