Remembering Not To Lie Poem by Amos Beck

Remembering Not to Lie

~*~
Through a glass darkly is how we see,
viewing a foggy image of reality.
Time keeps marching as the ebbing tide,
our creator watches from the other side.

Vestigial leaders encased in their lies,
bending and turning the hands of time;
esoterical memories lain deep in minds,
can’t tell the truth, not even trying.

Beyond fading rainbows the scaffold rust,
the big Greek pillars are layered in dust.
Didn’t take long for the sound bites to echo,
crowds turning in disgust as they normally do.

Ten generations in hoc with stimulus pork package,
my brains swollen, you do the math, old adage.
Poor and lazy on welfare, while wealthy are robbed
now no middle class they’re completely absolved.

16.1 million line item to a swamp marsh mouse,
Nancy Pelosi pet project, queen speaker of the house.
Another round of bonuses to big shots at AIG,
Impeach the top three, Impeach the top three! ! !
~*~

© 3/4/09
Amos Beck

Political/Quatrains


Vestigial ~ having become degenerate or functionless in the course of time; remaining after nearly all the rest has disappeared or dwindled

esoteric ~ secret or highly confidential; difficult to understand; intended for or understood by only an initiated few