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 no time to fall silent and retreat. Maybe it's a time for reflection and prayer to turn yet another rosy cheek... Where are the Gandhis in our time of need Where are the mother Teresas to cool the burning seed What happened to our brave and selfless King? Lift us 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.