Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure

 

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,

Some like to brag of money that they make

Some just want the power to force their will

Some never choose to give but only take.

And every politician takes a vow

To do the people’s true will without fail

Yet what are all these promises worth now

The desperate cry is screamed to no avail.

The worst of humankind comes to the fore

The deaf, the blind, the ignorant and worse

Common discourse now rotten to the core

Free expression is sullied as a curse.

David succumbed and opened up the box

Unleashing a vile incurable pox.