Ghost flights piloted by evil men
Flying overhead
More young soldiers sent to war
En route to join the dead
A sick and cold child shivers
But only blanket bombs descend
Global warming dries up rivers
And our army’s all we’ll send
Middle America with giant asses
Force fed like the meat they devoured
Patriotic working classes
Exploited but feeling empowered
What shall we call this new democracy?
We’ll put you in power then you do as you please
Sounds more like hypocrisy
Like a war with an imaginary enemy
This fear mongered kind of democracy
I think we’ll call it reality
this is excellent lea, the crde reality of the modern most democracies.and i dont think there is always a need to rhyme your poems.sometimes they are better without that.
A poem that strikes home..............regards..............willow pearce
This is really good Lea, I like it, Moyaxx (sorry not very articulate very tired!)
i love the acrimony of this piece. the acid drips from every word. i particularly liked: Global warming dries up rivers And our army’s all we’ll send true, it seems there are bigger problems to tackle. leave it up to the Current Administration to make a bad situation worse. fine job, this. Jake
Lets call it demoncracy. Hats off to your courage to call black, a black. Thanks for sharing.+10
Middle America with giant asses Force fed like the meat they devoured Force fed to the war machine, etc. - this poem is full of strong imagery (cold child/blanket... bombs) and bitter assertions, an excellent write.
Lovely piece Lea loved the shivering child and then only blanket bombs great turn of phrase. Séamus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some cutting, accurate lines. Perfect title. Agree with Earnest, at the line 'We’ll put you in power...' I tripped and fell. -chuck (8)