Fowl Politics

Poem By Matthew Morgan

Sit in your light and sing to me little bird.
Sing of all the things in the world, right and wrong.
Chirp, Chirp, deceit in each sugar-coated word.
A ballad of battle a dangerous song.

I know your intent, you’re more hawk than sparrow.
Anything to win and to hell with the cost.
An elected man more mighty than Pharaoh.
It’s a democracy, but you’re the boss.

A little bird who can make so many die.
You expect me to believe what you say?
Even a child can tell that you lie.
Whatever you say, you lose every way.

A hawk and sparrow are both fowl, its true,
but so are the donkey and elephant too.

Comments about Fowl Politics

Yes, and isn't it wonderful what is happening in the Middle East? It seems that democracy is spreading, how about that? Oh, but then by the nature of your poem, I suppose that doesn't please you.

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