Circa Du Politique

Forum for your general poetry that may or may not also fit into other forums as well.

Moderators: Spazway, moonflower, Gillian

Forum rules
Forum for your general poetry that may or may not also fit into other forums as well. If you wouldn't want your 12-year old daughter to read it, don't post it here.
Autoprune 12 months.
Post Reply
User avatar
kimmyjean
Seafoam Poet
Posts: 237
Joined: Thu Dec 12, 2002 12:01 am
Location: New Jersey
Contact:

Circa Du Politique

Post by kimmyjean » Wed Oct 28, 2020 12:29 pm

Circa Du Politique

Spheres within political origin
raging through the abyss of time
Stirring psyches with lies amid truth
Taunting akin to elementary children
Starting a schoolyard brawl
Bullying others into submission

We lay our heads in subterfuge
Discerning “We are the People”
Within a circus of political inuendo

Rallying for seats of supremacy
Believing in a democracy
Threatened in fascism, communism, socialism…
Corporations influence, riddled in currency
Romancing the powers that be
Hungering For the soul of a republic

We lay our heads in subterfuge
Discerning “We are the People”
Within a circus of political inuendo

The jester takes form into factions
Dancing a jig to music we want to hear
Reveling in possibilities of greatness
As sinister murmurings cascade to a deaf man
Shaking heads in disbelief
As trickery lay afoot

We lay our heads in subterfuge
Discerning “We are the People”
Within a circus of political inuendo

Leaders of lies and crime
Insinuating their sins upon the rivals
Imparting doubt and fear
Paused we stand
Trying to decipher between the two
Is it lies…? Is it truth…?

We lay our heads in subterfuge
Discerning “We are the People”
Within a circus of political inuendo

Spreading toxicity within accusations and words
Rallying to the dark side of mortality
Accusations and falsehoods
Constructing walls of distrust
From neighbor to neighbor, race to race
Spreading disease over veracity

Leaving bloodshed behind….
Image

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.-C. S. Lewis
http://kjpoetryemporium.org/index.html


I am a galley slave to pen and ink.

Post Reply

Return to “General Poetry”

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 5 guests