Dangled Carrot Poem by Denny Moonde

Dangled Carrot

Mama; absurd the wickedness of lady luck
Malnourished baby strapped on your back
Scorching sun, merchandise by the road side
Once an avid cadre; bearer of torn pride
Dangled Carrot

Papa my memories still vivid, your wild joy!
Now withdrawn and timid cutting a lonesome figure
Your weakening demeanor embodies the failed ploy.
The empty promises, a wage still meagre.
Dangled Carrot

A country ablaze with youthful taste
Ours a prodigal generation at waste
At the smell of local champagne we campaign
Rude, undiplomatic a destructive path of mental pain
Dangled carrot

Are we an epitome of hope wasted?
In them our dreams, trust and future vested
That promised considerable portion of wealth not posted
This fight is no contest, debate prostrate
Dangled Carrot

With our ballot they became legitimate
Like toast, in their hands lies our fate.
Loud our singing for their sinking.
Ostensibly the sentiment is top billing.
Dangled Carrot.