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REMEMBER ENCOUNTERING TRUTH

 

Remember encountering truth

In the vessel woman

Who smiles up at you incandescently

As if always turned on

The world a gentle place

Under her umbrella of light

Letting in all the tender mercies of night

While open to the conversations of sex

As though able to digest all of it

And still have the libido for more

            Out across the country

            Rode the messengers of the party

            Take the seats of power

            Under our umbrella –

            We will help you if you are down

            We will bring our partners

            And they will uncover crimes

            So that whatever good

            the other side does

            It will be negated politically

            By the revelations on the “news”

The window closes on the past

We have a country with huge debts –

Where the money went –

We may ask ourselves some day

But for now the senators

Have retired or are on their way –

Maybe only a term or two more

For these exalted minds we elected –

How to inherit everything –

And squander the very golden goose

Turning profit to a crime

Unless it fits the political aim         

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