Poems about Politics
Eulogy at the funeral of our National Sovereignty while the black cloud of crisis is descending upon the darkening horizon.
“Mommy, what’s that noise?” I said.
She paused the news and cocked her head.
its not to far
go be poll star
your the hope
its n a joke so on' poke
have your say
THIS
laying under my desk blasting Marshall matters,
nothing else matterd,
shoving the Walkman deep in to my pocket
I remember at the start
Everybody prayed
Twenty sixteen please be better
