Thursday, July 31, 2014

Douglas Polk- Two Poems

Days of Turmoil

temples of civilization,
ornate the facades,
waver and crumble,
papiermache one and all,
built more on beliefs,
than of marble and mortar,
parasites both inside,
and out,
weakening the trust of two thousand years,
when men first saw fit to believe in democracy,
the people forgotten,
replaced by the state,
decay oozing from these temples,
an unending flood,
rights drown and forgotten,
the panic widespread,
civilization crumbles,
behind the dusty facades.

Border Crisis

refugees at the border,
looking for greener grass,
pawns to be played between political parties,
the first move already played,
refugees at the border.

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