ANOTHER HOLLOW WAR
They look down upon the world
from satellites constructed of cotton
and the corpses of civilizations.
What do they see?
Pennies to burgle
instead of human life.
Congressional cucks
choose to cower in a bathtub
filled with blank checks
instead of standing up
to their daddy president
as he peddles them deceit
like cracks of the whip.
Let our rage
come from hope,
not anguish;
our voices are serpents
that slither under the casts
of brittle men
and hiss
while dreaming of mice.
A rare political write. (I tend not to delve into this area much anymore because it's awful for my mental health.) Unlike most of my poems, I sat on this one for a few days because it's a delicate situation and I wanted to get it right. Also, fuck war!
#emoetry #deceit #poetry