'Monger' Of Hope, Purveyor Of 'Change', What Is Thy Nature? Poem by Daniel Partlow

The talk of change
isn’t strange.
It isn’t new or witty.
Yes Vigorous
But Ambiguous
It fits the unchanging mood of this city.

A ‘monger of hope’
A dangling rope
For the anxious host.
For what will differ,
From the stiffer,
Candidate for the post?

Haven’t we caught
That Change is not
A virtue all alone.
When it’s for vice
there’s a price
That we someday must atone.

Now I am too
Forever true
To the call of optimism
But I hope n’ pray
We don’t stray
From heavenly true altruism

I can’t abide
human pride
forsaking the truth
in passion hot
for a diff’rent lot
from the lotto vendor’s booth.

Please speak clear
To my ear
Your ideas 'vernal'
Before I make
Another mistake
For my hope too springs eternal…