Political Poems: outrage and rhyme
songs about great fortunes and crime.
We sing of our love, the birth of a child,
we honor great art and the greater wild;
We sing of our sorrows and celebration,
but why not the pains and death of a nation?
Some say huge fortunes arise from great crimes.
And that's why I write, why I spin rhymes:
my goal is to find in the unfinished script
the key to unlock the secret crypt
of a nation in danger
almost a stranger
with con men in charge
of the sinking barge