The Endless Cycle

Poem By Kurt Philip Behm

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)

Comments about The Endless Cycle

Eish..as we say here. Politicians are bad nooze man. Great poem.


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