turncoats in autumn
the stupendousness of leaves
sprinkle my driveway
golden as topaz
her variegated colors
autumns fine maple
rounded leaves of oak
plotting how to be crimson
sneering at walnut
stagnant fir soldier
retaining her verdent
keeping her counsel
october line up
shows off her gold finery
teasing november
March against the rule of guns
March in favour of human life in tonnes
Inscribed in the Book of Life
Although lobbyists promote societal strife.
March against the insensitivity of politicians
Bought by lobbyists, propped up by machinegun magicians
Whose pockets swell with bucks to buy turncoats
Ingratiated and depreciated to wear shame coats.
March for students’ lives
Dignified by educational drives
Ordained from on high to run Uncle Sam’ economic wheels
Despite the passage for umpteenth time of pro-gun bills.
March for human lives with conscience
Although voting for gun control laws hurts your election chance
Diminished but not extinguished by pro-gun lobbyists
Who in anger would put your name on their black lists.
I was watching a TV play; Hercules Poirot was in it, uproar in India and some British officers,
killed this caused a furore in the English press terrorists had struck again we know the British
are not racists many aristocratic Indians live in London of the type I would call traitors,
as great wealth tend to make the rich collaborators.
I was writing about the glass ceiling broken by women working in high finance, they too
are turncoats to the cause of equality the press especially the Guardian think they are admirable
but they only are nothing more than grabbing pirates in skirts.
I`m thinking of the suffering of Palestinian women their glass ceiling is protecting their children
when their job is to resist an occupying army and help their men who fight intruders to their death.
Anyway, Poirot solved that case it was about money and love
it always is perhaps we have to ban then both and Poirot can look for stray dogs
Two turncoats
Tip toeing
Taking turns
Telling tales
Twisting truth
Talking tall
Team trashing
Tweeting trolls
Trust takers
True traitors
Share a thought or two
Your hopes, dreams, world view
Pointers, tips not a few
Diatribe with wily quotes imbue
Anon, write of lust, love you did hew
Family, friends that stuck like glue
Aggrieved acquaintances; places you did rue
Turncoats, triflers that you did mew
Faded hopes, dreams please eschew
Tmes, events that made you blue
Heartfelt convictions freely spew
But spare me your trite don'ts and dos
Impart inspiration, advice from which you grew
Mentors from whom life-lessons you drew
Light-hearted moments a slew
Embarrassing moments that made you stew
Stone Mountain should die today.
Tomorrow would be fine.
But that raft of traitors eulogized, defaced
Would remedy an abuse of time.
The betrayers that love it still
Are awash from the American current.
The tattoo of turncoats on that hill
Long abuse our country's spirit.
Stone Mountain must die fast and sound
By dynamite, acid, or hammer.
That sad rock knows its whole bestrewn
Will solve shame to God that raised it.
It was granite first, bigoted statement second
An emblem of lawless, unresolved Reconstruction.
The stone cries out: Fuel the worst in men?
Release me now, come fast my full destruction.
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