As your people are dying, O master,
What have you done? I watch daily for news,
That you have turned ‘round the nation faster,
But instead I see you thread your own noose.
By turning away all men’s hearts,
future generations, so you ensure,
Will know you as a practice of arts,
the diseased man who searched not for a cure.
And still the news presents you as a god,
Well harken, o mystical one, to me.
You destroyed my land both home and abroad
Further your incompetence ruins it daily.
So I stand against you even though some,
Still worship and adore you. They admire,
useless traits, here is the thinkers anthem:
your vapid words have caused a backfire.
Every coin you can grab is spent on what?
The poor? The hungry? The dying ones? No-
yourself. Your greedy friends. Your favorites.
On your lovers facts, and despair dawns slow.
I should have known back then. We were awestruck,
Full of nebulous concept and no plan.
Empty words sustain an empty stomach,
But not forever. You proved a madman.
The number who still care for you does down
Daily, superficial traits don’t matter,
When our “lord and god” is just a dull clown.
Sir, when will you let our land recover?
And why manipulate the poor again?
You pretended much, all were mirages.
You said you were poverty’s truthful friend!
Now, I am less amused by your farces
I offer you this final choice: resign.
and give up the reigns to a real adult.
Don’t try to throw us in more decline,
If you hold them, that will be the result.
I ask not for myself, but for common
good, among the people that I love, please
Do not try to exploit this land, broken,
again! These are my nation’s honest pleas.
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The Collected Poetry
PoetryPoetry published May 2012- May 2013 (Written 2003-2013) Dedicated to my sister, those who followed in Viper's footsteps, and America.