THE POLITICIAN
By Frances Harris
T’was a nervous
politician,
Standing there
astride,
Leaning on the podium,
Trying not to cry,
He cleared his throat
to tell us,
Our world is nearing
end,
Everything that we
once knew,
We cannot now defend,
The subject is of
money,
And dollars we have
few,
If we pass the buck
to others,
Economies will fall,
I am a simple person,
I do not understand,
I can’t make head,
nor tail of this,
I am at my wit’s end,
No one wants to own
it,
Politicians run,
Whenever someone pins
them down,
They give us only
spin,
We have many ballots,
And nothing seems to
change,
‘Henny Penny,’ tell
me,
Is the sky now caving
in?
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