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The Populists

Those guys in suits who've milled in corridors in gilded palaces
Have failed us. That's become quite clear. Our wages do not rise.
Our children, deep in debt, come out of school to take demeaning jobs.
The rich no longer pay their taxes. Those who can't afford to live
Are told, "Too bad. You'll have to die." There's no sense that we,
Together, should envision better lives, and that the guys in suits
Are wise enough, and have the honesty, to help us reach where
We belong. The rudders of the ships of state have rusted,
And the ones who claim to steer, entitled, dull, corrupt, would not know
How to turn the tillers, even if they could,

So we have turned our backs to these, who've claimed
To be our betters. We now sneer at all they are,
At education, tolerance, at manners and civility,
And let our own now roam the halls in muddy boots,
And grasping fingers, coarsely fondling the women,
Calling others nasty names. The populists now run
The shows, and we are pleased. They're so like us.
Too bad the ships still can't be steered (and our
New leaders aim for rocks). It's good to have
Dispatched our betters. They had failed so
Miserably, but now we're forced to realize
That we have neither brains nor skills with which
To lead ourselves.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-05 at 16:19

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