Policy And Politics Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Chaos
he or she
holds many
in slavery, the
labouring crowds
hide in dark laughter
fighting the man's might
a people willing to be ourselves
pass on opinions, how to battle the
bickering corruptions, and decadence's
of the minority shielding itself in ignorance
as the majority awaken and arise against
this incorrigible insistence swarming as
other species do refusing to obey the
disrespectful notoriety that persists
in what, ‘they' want … ‘they', want
to win it all and laugh, considering
themselves to be guiltless of their
corruption and deceit; lie and feel a
genuine smugness as ‘they' look in each
morning's mirrors … let chaos explode and
‘we' ‘they' say will overpower the masses and
continue to grow fat off of the suppression, of
wages and benefits and perks using fear as the
common practice to entice the few to further
enslave; the many … How incorrect this may
be, a corrupt and deceitful man at the helm
with the price being a nation of suffering
two-faced, perverse; and guilty of a
terrible profit why? When in all
that is actual, when all instances
prove an infatuations prance is always
turned in on itself and made happenstance
and in due time will become nothing but
a diminutive footnote in history's past
tense … We, must remember only
this, this too will pass; and as the
planet so revolves in a timely
avail so too the will of the people
turns when it comes to policy and politics.