Treasure Island

Don Pearson

(12/01/1950 / England)

Election


The season now upon us
Breathes out darkness, sucks in light
And the words that swathe the policies
Encompass us in night.

For Truth is held in prison
And is grieving for her soul,
Awaiting execution
While liars drum a roll.

The snappy phrase, evasion
And the blaring trumpet's sound
Distract us while she's buried
Truth's bones will not be found.

"Progress", "change", "a bright new day, "
And the empty race was run
The seasons run their courses -
The Earth spins round the sun.

The dying stars are riven
Their dust will scatter and burn
A golden dawn was promised
But night will soon return.

28th May 2012

Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2012
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Election by Don Pearson )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Nothing To Regret, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. Automaton, Michael Mira
  3. Edge of Eternity, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  4. Don't Let the Sorrow Dampen Tomorrow, Michael Mira
  5. Commonwealth War Graveyards, alexander opicho
  6. Portreti im., skender iljaz braka
  7. Mopping Sorrow, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  8. A walk to end, Somanathan Iyer
  9. Picture Of Tomorrow, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. The Flower, Somanathan Iyer

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson

70

"Arcturus" is his other name—
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Kenneth Allott

 
[Hata Bildir]