Best Poems Written by Gary Gordon

An Election

How did we fall this low and sink – 
To depths men go that cannot think.
And pluck a weed while flowers grow,
In hope our needs his heart will know.
Although he stumbles at the brink – 

Where words don’t come. And when they do –
Those herds that follow find they rue.
To hear a mashed unmindful song –
Draws fear of one who’s sung too long.
Wrong notes, no theme, with pitch untrue. 
                         .   .   .
We feast press praise from morn ‘til night;
At least there’s one for us, they write.
The fight’s for change, and change we must;
Before night’s old, let’s go for bust.
Don’t stand unsold, it might be tight!
                         .   .   .
But should we yield sweet talk the ground?
Or could ideas be more than sound.
Don’t shed those tears; there is a choice.
If we can bear yet more that voice
A future’s there and can be found.

Copyright © Gary Gordon | Year Posted 2020