A cold winter wind on a warm summer day

A tidal surge that flows the opposite way,

The opportunity to talk, with nothing to say.

A darkened corner in the fullness of light,

More concerned with what's left instead of what's right,

Outwardly imaginative, yet inwardly trite.

A hairspring trigger on a stone-laden sling,

a butterfly gaze with a bumblebee sting

The potential to burst forth like an uncoiling spring.

Mistakes seen in others, the fault's reassigned,

Bigotry and liberty share a fine line

Criticism without reason, with no reason to whine.

Absorbing propaganda, boosting the lies,

All thinking your way is the ultimate prize

But you can't see for looking, you have blinded your eyes.

 

Democracy, often portrayed as lamentable,

Governmental policy appears nonsensical.

But if there's one lesson learned from history at school,

There's no benefit, whatever, to thuggish mob rule.