Campaigns For Fools Poem by Sandra Feldman

A bunch of Clowns,
Lying and making sounds,
Not even good enough,
To be words that will remain,
Under a canapé of clouds,
Yelling, so that all can hear,
How they, the elected Clowns will satisfy,
All the people, listening, stupefied.
But once elected, promises forgotten, rejected,
The same trap year after year, the same veneer,
Poor foolish Seals, with their clapping hands,
Hope and change, always buried, in the same old Sands.