Thursday, February 8, 2018

Gather Silent Hands

Gather those who do not clap,
I’ve touted my worth in sacred words
of ego sing, and stars and stripes.

Traitors sit with hands in laps.
They are enemies who won’t agree
nothing is or can be better than me.

Every knee shall bow, every tongue,
oh wait, I hear devils speak of Watergate,
but story be, the gaslight’s still lit.

Damn those bended knees that
weren’t sanctioned by me…
It doesn’t matter why, just apple pie toward offend.

I’ll side step, give a wink to the bear,
blame those whose hands don’t meet with a shout,
and reduce democracy to the swill of divide.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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