Thursday, December 21, 2017

New Age of The Robbin' Rich


Morning shrinks into headlines
black lettering another day
into the shrinking wallet woe.

Politicians sing their hallelujahs
into an empty cup and dream raped
millions gather stones for the reckoning.

Speech is free until the disagree…The constitution
crawls through the swamp of bloated purchased
crying foul, but red letters claim Jesus doesn’t like the print.

Merry demands its holy and Happy opens its arms.
Welcome to the New Age of The Robbin’ Rich and the foot army
of dime strained dreams… January dust pans its glitter.

©Susie Clevenger 2017


12 comments:

  1. Ka-pow! Packed with punch. I especially love the "foot army of dime-stained dreams."

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  2. What's happening is so horrible. Wonderful indictment in your poem. Thanks. k.

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  3. Wonderful and timely...power-packed sound..!!

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  4. A timely and powerful write. Greed never brought forth something good. When I turn on the news I'm often scared about how things develop in the world

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  5. Amazing poem, Susie. I especially love:
    'Morning shrinks into headlines
    black lettering another day'
    and
    'January dust pans its glitter'.

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  6. These are some seriously effed up times in which we live.

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  7. Politicians are same all over the world................

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  8. Folks might want to commit this to memory ~~~ brava!

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  9. Indeed, speech is only allowed if we play nice and don't disagree. A timely and potent write, Susie.

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  10. Nothing changes if nothing changes...politicians are the same for the past 200 years...excellent write.

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  11. We should boycott with our trickle of dimes... cease the trickle upwards and see how long it lasts.

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  12. Every stanza is a stinger - you wield the lash of words so well, Susie.

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