Swindlers

The swindlers sit in the high place
The cheats take the prize
Screen shows their sad face
Repeats all the lies
Exalted ambition
Truth and honor dwindle
Shame of a nation.

Your flat-black wall 
Adorned with spikes
To burn and rend and tear
Is the reflection of your twisted soul.
Caged children desperate families 
Sick in their parking lot pens
Sleepless in your asphalt heart, 
Show the lie in the lofty words -
Freedom, justice, valor.

Run on for a long time, you’ve run 
On for a long time
Better for you the millstone.
Rotting in your gilded sepulcher
you won’t be mourned.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae