by Michael Shaeffer Wilson
Sunday, November 02, 2003
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Hordes of Suicide bombers on parade,
Fists raised defiantly, cries of hate and death;
Their appointment with violent end made,
Anything to make USA feel terrors breath.
Budget deficits Federal and State,
Force local cutbacks across the board;
Taxpayers forced to dig deep and donate,
Replenish the city's depleted cash hoard.
Working two jobs to make ends meet,
Helplessly watching prices rise;
Tempted to give up in defeat,
Discouraged by politicians' lies.
Taking in another roommate,
Helping shore up the bottom line --
Logistics of living a continuous debate,
Hoping that things will work out fine.
Electorate dare not allow thieves escape,
After commiting horrendous economic crimes!
(c) 2003 MSW
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|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|You dear poet have seen and spoken through the eyes, heart and mind of wisdom and truth...Excellant!!!!
|Reviewed by J. Pajot
|Such truth...though party lines seem to have no difference...those decadent few of the uncaring rich...oh, well...guillotines are easily built...though, hopefully these days in figure of speech...God bless us middle class folks...'cause where would "they" be without us?|
|Reviewed by Julie Donner Andersen
|I'm a Republican, but I still liked this poem, Michael. The rhyme scheme was excellent and the rhythm and flow, superb.
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|ain't that the truth. the truth hurts...us! true write, poet!|