Monday, January 25, 2010

Poem: Demise


Flowers of a thousand blooms have fled
As Founder’s dream has split and bled
Where once laid rest a chalice glow
A garden dies; no one would sow

The people spoke of something bold
Yet shortly hence their fear took hold
As demagogues and selfish actors
Face frightened fools and whim reactors

People, people, your mindless voices
You do not learn of promised choices
Impatience points to no return
A country’s death you’ll soon discern

So hide within your slogan season
It lacks a depth; devoid all reason
The noise grows loud to drown the mind
You look to see you fell behind

Copyright SGW 2010

1 comment:

SandyCarlson said...

Well said. So many have surrendered to politics at the expense of the people around them.