Over The Hill - Barrack Room Ballad Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Of mice and men, on overbearing pride,
Views differ until time takes time to show
Events' and causes' hidden secret side,
Revealing how success slipped from grasped bow
Turning 'what might have been' from present tense,
Hence future futile, prospects far too narrow,
Exit by bear pursued, outrage intense,
Hurt undermining heart, brain, nerves, bone marrow.
If arrogance could call the shots at three,
Life might have been more clement, Hill on Hill,
Link Whitehouse phone to an emergency
AND challenge fraught fought, thought to fit the 'Bill'.
'FAR from the madding crowd's ignoble strife'
AWAY hillbill_lies fade, both man and wife.

One's not surprised by primary results
Vision's more than fistful cents, sense squandered,
Evidently some preferred insults,
Refused key choices as attention wandered.
This conduct compromised democracy
Held up as constituitionally enshrined,
Extrapolated to presidency
Heralded potential double bind
If ways of campaign conduct were extended,
Leaving power to top-down control,
Little space might have been left defended
AND independance stricken from the role.
FAR from ideal Obama seems, yet he
AWAY from lobbies dreams, - not Hilary!


[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnets 'over the hill and far away' written 17 June 2008