a political poem a call from home to rouse the masses and fire the asses!

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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

once called

our home,

We are not alone!

We will not accept a crumb or a bone

from rich men who have hearts of stone:

we will stop crying

and yelling

and rhyming....

our moment is coming;

it's all in the timing.

I'm getting my pitchfork

when done with this rhyming.

Like Marat, my ideas

come in the bath

and dripping with water

I leap out of the tub

to vent my wrath.

For poetry is revolution

the birth of the new,

a lyrical coup....

reaching out to YOU,

my brother and sister

to lance the blister

and drain it clean.

This is OUR goal.

So pack a bowl

and take a puff

and give your thanks

to Dale Ruff.

Authors Bio:

retired, working radical egalitarian/libertarian socialist old school independent, vegan, survivor