Whispers and innuendo,
Partisan politics tearing us apart,
Grandstanding and deflection,
Are we not placing the horse before the cart?
A divisive President
This much we all agree,
But our actions matter,
This surely we must see.
Impeachment is not the answer
When facts are merely ploys,
Interpreted, discarded,
Like a child’s forgotten toys.
Democrats all shouting,
Republicans dismayed,
Eye rolls and bluster,
Each entrenched not to be swayed.
Forgotten the crumbling bridges,
The misery of those without a roof,
Healthcare that’s little caring,
Policies enacted on the hoof.
Progressives on soap boxes,
Berating us to change our ways,
Ditch the cars, eat just plants
You haven’t years, but merely days.
Conservatives all hiding,
Resistance the key word,
Dig more coal, farm those parks,
Their inverted thinking so absurd.
Are we all this angry
That reason we can’t find.
Have our senses dissipated
To the point of turning blind?
What legacy our children,
A society torn apart,
Our moral compass lost,
A sail-less boat without a chart.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
Whispers and innuendo,
Partisan politics tearing us apart,
Grandstanding and deflection,
Are we not placing the horse before the cart?
A divisive President
This much we all agree,
But our actions matter,
This surely we must see.
Impeachment is not the answer
When facts are merely ploys,
Interpreted, discarded,
Like a child’s forgotten toys.
Democrats all shouting,
Republicans dismayed,
Eye rolls and bluster,
Each entrenched not to be swayed.
Forgotten the crumbling bridges,
The misery of those without a roof,
Healthcare that’s little caring,
Policies enacted on the hoof.
Progressives on soap boxes,
Berating us to change our ways,
Ditch the cars, eat just plants
You haven’t years, but merely days.
Conservatives all hiding,
Resistance the key word,
Dig more coal, farm those parks,
Their inverted thinking so absurd.
Are we all this angry
That reason we can’t find.
Have our senses dissipated
To the point of turning blind?
What legacy our children,
A society torn apart,
Our moral compass lost,
A sail-less boat without a chart.
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