Poem: Right As It Gets

 

Right As It Gets

 

beneath a beautiful, blindfolded woman

cookie-cutter politicians 

gather votes by casting hate.

and yet to confront them is to suffer,

logic no defense.

which truth gets through

their hateful mindlock, one hell of a verbal wall?

will anything less than civil war do?

maybe the path is hidden 

somewhere in this torture-field of stupid, stubborn egos,

lying broken in some unlikely ditch?

no.

 

no one is going to find it,

the corpse of compromise lost.

the righteous politicians

are as right as it gets, always so right,

those firebranded fire-eaters,

those able stewards 

called to carry the divine torch 

through the very darkness they spread.

they are as right as it gets,

when their lies court lies

between and within hearts,

as right as it gets 

when they cultivate blame in dried-up gardens

brought about by a drought of compassion,

where they water the invidious soil

with the salt of their contempt,

and  their lickspittle ddrool.

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6/20/24 ... mods . lots of mods

3/29 ... better poem now, more mods

3/24/23  ... major changes .. tried to take the confused POV out of the poem 

12/21 ... significant mods to the poem in the "stewards" stanza

Still grading papers...