Red Carpetbagger Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Red carpetbagger tramped for Pandora's ballot box
Your screams of human right-thumbprint abuse
Some say it is a discordant noise pollution of your misfortune
They say; hey fella, tune down the noisiness of your misfortune
That they hear well, celebrate and dance to evil's fortune

Red carpetbagger trampled upon you say Pandora's ballot box
Must be opened to investigation
And the right-thumbprints be run under certain ‘lights'
And see if they don't find
Thumbprints repeating themselves
Worse than a mistake yet to impart it's lesson(s)
That out of Pandora's ballot box
Each lie fly out leaving hope for truth to prevail

But o red carpetbagger your misfortune is discordant
To the ears, hearing and dance of those
To whom Evil's fortune is in vogue
Next time around shall you roll yourself out
A red carpetbagger for these feet whose footprints
Are outnumbered by their right-thumbprints in Pandora's ballot box.

Copyright © Red Carpetbagger by Simpa Omoluabi.