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
Ka-pow! Packed with punch. I especially love the "foot army of dime-stained dreams."
ReplyDeleteWhat's happening is so horrible. Wonderful indictment in your poem. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and timely...power-packed sound..!!
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem, Susie. I especially love:
ReplyDelete'Morning shrinks into headlines
black lettering another day'
and
'January dust pans its glitter'.
These are some seriously effed up times in which we live.
ReplyDeletePoliticians are same all over the world................
ReplyDeleteFolks might want to commit this to memory ~~~ brava!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, speech is only allowed if we play nice and don't disagree. A timely and potent write, Susie.
ReplyDeleteNothing changes if nothing changes...politicians are the same for the past 200 years...excellent write.
ReplyDeleteWe should boycott with our trickle of dimes... cease the trickle upwards and see how long it lasts.
ReplyDeleteEvery stanza is a stinger - you wield the lash of words so well, Susie.
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