Eloquent phrases to enlist support,
doused in ridicule to denounce recourse,
tried and true within persuasion’s bounds,
threats carefully clothed in equitable grounds,
and still deflection echoes hard,
where this is going a questionable facade,
for every supercilious smile imparts,
the issue of trust and an aching heart.
Believe or not, a parlous proposition,
deep cuts and deeper incisions,
as words so bland and seemingly inert,
ravage souls and disconcert,
for plots of grandiose display,
quickly arrest the future’s affray,
and damage caused is damaged collateral,
accepted loss of life maniacal.
But politicians as generals know,
tis not they who fight to death, bestow
the task to other poor souls,
to prove some political point supposed,
when in fact they decimate life,
create pain and irreversible strife,
touting wins and grand offensives,
sipping tea and gin electives.
All for the common good they say,
yet not a one so common they,
enjoying the spoils of their wars,
lining coffers and respect implored,
as people see them saviors all,
the rhetoric hum memorials sure
to bring the tears, when they bury those
who actually won, now smeared.
Arrested we may be,
with all their words and finery,
but don’t be fooled by justification,
when death exposes their provocation,
and no-one wins in the end,
their wallets are all that must expand,
to make it all worth while,
their enigmatic style, unfathomable.
Tony DeLorger © 2017