The Endless Cycle

Delivering what we said we wanted,

wrapped in dirt and mud

The politician slashed and burned,

and each time drawing blood

 

He tapped into our memory,

with fear and recompense

Reminding what the past was like,

with promises incensed

 

He sang old songs, romanced the strong,

the weak then cast away

The jungle’s laws put back in place

—our hopes and wishes preyed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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