Ashes In Shame

Bush drivers and plumbers

don’t start the wars

The nurse or school teacher

too busy inured

What’s common among us

with tasks to withstand

The elected entitled

our blood on their hands

Without a real job

and whose terms don’t expire

They poison the well

with aggrandizements dire

To them it’s a game

that they cannot lose

Their voters just pawns

in a continual ruse

But one day the reaper

with sickle in hand

Will come to reclaim

what’s stolen bedamned

And the serfs will rise up

in an infamous rage

The despots left burning

—their ashes in shame

(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2023)