When shall we learn to recognize the truth
That we are being preyed upon by beasts
Whose sugared words are not enough as sooth
For our wounds that rather increase like yeasts?
How many roads or bridges need to fall,
Or lives to lose fighting in others’ wars?
How many children need grow in the hall
Of ignorance, or tending their own sores?
When we go to the polls, let’s turn the tides
And put aside thoughts of personal gains;
Let’s break partisanship that just divides
And tramples on what decency remains.
They feed the beast that vote for selfish end;
They let the wound fester and never mend.
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.