The Weight of Politics
War is near;
This I fear.
I need a cigarette.
Not twenty-one,
But can hold a gun
And handle the country’s threat.
Can gamble away;
Go broke today
On the lottery, I bet.
Take social batter
And climb the ladder
To wind up in total debt.
House is a mess
And the world’s in distress
By laws a government set.
A country torn
By a political storm
Fills citizens with regret.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.