Ken Gilbert Poems

silent ghosts along the boulevard walk
from early morning to the sun's retreat
where many fearful people sometimes talk
from behind darkened doorways of the street
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political pride her reward demand
from all inhabitants of a nation
quietly drawn by obscurity's hand
in service to debt's accumulation
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insanity reigns among the elite
calling evil good for prosperity
in a dying democracy replete
with her outspoken insincerity
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violence lingers silently beyond
reason's border without understanding
demanding fervent followers respond
to a charismatic fool commanding
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integrity unwanted turns away
from growing government condescension
for announcing independence dismay
over lady liberty's suspension
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wherefore wisdom comprehend not darkness
in an outspoken politician's heart
when contemplating future lawlessness
to force a nation's goodness to depart
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senseless death upon innocence descend
amidst the quiet days of summer heat
when reputation violence defend
against baseless lies of power's elite
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wherefore not an american king rule
seated high above upon gilded throne
issuing orders oppression count cruel
when correctly enforced by mindless drone
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