Hark! The birds of prey assemble,
and blood dripps from their sharpened beaks,
So our leaders do resemble,
Hear their pre-election shrieks,
Clouds of doom are fast approaching,
Despair : the mood of every man,
Greed and hate are thus encroaching,
on each and every life they can.
Portents of an evil morrow,
Mongers of a violent age,
Spreaders of the world’s sad sorrow,
Breeders of the world’s new rage.
Suffer all the little children,
Victims of a world insane,
Of war, of sickness, and of famine,
Losers in a world of gain
the vultures fight over their pickings while the world suffers on to die
election time. the state it’s in we need something better than the choices we have got!
Tony Elliott, 6 months ago
Excellent and truthful.
It scans smoothly too.
Good job!
lightsmith in reply to Tony Elliott’s comment, 6 months ago
Thanks Tony. It was written just before our previous election (not the last one). There seemed no real choice since every choice was as evil as every other, and the world just kept getting worse.