if we all came crawling through trench wire,
torn,
back into life,
would our politicians and leaders
listen
or would our message be smothered in mud
as we sink back
into despair?
our death
and our words
have not been enough
politician
Politician
her voice
a scraping blackboard scratch
of lies
manipulating lives
twisting facts
with rhetoric
her purposes disguised
her bitter lips
drip insulting venom
her corkscrew mind
drills all opposition
medusa
politician
spinning subtle schemes
subverting all our dreams
what fools she thinks we are
The Dreaming Path 