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Odi vulgus profanum et arceo
The common mob I have no wish to know
"I strove with none for none was worth my strife"
Coriolanus to the mob   refused to surrender his life

Seething with emotion our vulgar hordes bray
In matters where cool reason should hold sway
Spineless politicians give in to their senseless crap
And dress in fine words their concessions  to this pap

Democracy has now sunk to a new low
Where no demand is met with a no
Morality falls apart without any taboos
Soon we won't have any  more standards left  to lose

"Anything Goes" by Cole Porter was once a popular song
Where do we go when there is no longer any moral wrong?

The Battle For Sanity

I am Nebuchadnezzar
As I eat grass
As my arrogance and pride
Turned me into an ass

I am humbled, I am lost
I am on all-fours
And I cannot even count
The cost

I am Rommel
As I charge through the sands
As hot metal oil steel
Conquers vast empty lands

I am lost
As I count the cost
As billions of flies
Sit on a thousand dead eyes

I am Callas
I am Coriolanus
I am Yeats
I am Bill Gates

I am – I am 
One of a kind
As the sleeve-strapped jacket
Has buckled my mind

I sing for my supper
My supper sings back
As my hidden fleet will scupper
As my U-boat’s hulls crack

And as I sink in my sleep
My debris will rust
Down to the deep
Of madness and lust

Coriolanus

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance  with rival's seed


And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead
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Going Shakespearanish. I wrote a poem about Coriolanus a while back,
 but it was free verse  and I wanted to change it up a notch.


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