-- Put to the Test --
John Herlihy
Questions arise if democracy is now put to rest;
Perhaps we ourselves are being put to the test.
Words no longer have the force of their meaning;
Instead they stride and strut like peacocks preening.
Futile arguments but cotton candy from sugar spun,
Statements and claims from dirty washrags wrung.
Truths now called out for being a kind of false hoax;
Falsehoods raise to levels of truth, indeed a true hoax.
Still, political cronies end up finding themselves in jail,
Experiencing the punishment that lies beyond the pale.
The supreme head of state acted upon the evil he saw;
When all the while he considered himself above the law.
Only we the people can the soul of the nation preserve;
May the soul of the people reflect all they rightly deserve.
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(c) John Herlihy 27 October 2020
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Rebecca
From now on we must be sure to examine everything under a scientific I or we will continue to get ourselves conundrums based on our manufacturers' success of our advertised excess. When our wants outstrip our needs and we strip our world of what we need, we certainly will put to the test that no oratory can cure.
Ron