The Good Dream
Granite-hearted politicians
tossing our lives and minds
onto election year bonfires.
Flicking tongues- fanning blazes
veiling their throbbing lies
building dead-end mazes.
"Fixing" problems of their own making...
slinging toxins without solutions
Masking our voices with concoctions.
Forcing us to breathe in beltway pollution...
We the citizens, turned into treadmill jesters.
Juggling dirty masks and happy pills.
One swamp is drained while the other one fills...
Maggots writhing over star-spangled meat.
Do we untether the talon of revolution
This is no time for silence and timidity.
Maybe it's a time for some reflection and prayer.
To turn yet another rosy cheek...
Where are the Gandhis in our time of need.
Where is the blossom of Jerusalem to cool burning seed?
When will we get to see our brave and selfless King?
To lift us high up from this pit of self-pity and greed.
Steer us gently onto the straight and narrow path.
Back into the golden-hearted dream...at last.
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