IN OUR HOUR OF NEED
so these are
our great leaders
the one we asked for,
begged for, swore
binding oaths
we would give
our lives
in the holy
protection of
most sacred symbols
creme de la creme
steering Ship
of State between
Scylla and
Charybdis
charting the perfect
course to ensure
the entire crew gets
devoured by
the former
before the Ship
itself gets
swallowed by
the latter
pulverized into
microscopic
perhaps subatomic bits
no fear
no fear
enough spin
doctors on the shore
think tanks well
bunkered
to call this
what it no doubt is:
perfect solution;
strategic victory
reassure us 100, 200,
3000% in our
our need
and yet
our poets and philosophers
(bless them) the ones
already marked for death camps
but presently well
and living
try to
get through to us
contact us to
tell us
all
common sense
is now
gone to Hell
something so fucked up
about our evolution
and all our voting, political,
social, economic
and natural selection processes
centuries we had
to see
for ourselves, live
and learn
tragedy we didn’t
poems 2 die for 