Gordon Jerome


Campaign Funds - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Tell me why it is if you can explain
The wasted money spent to campaign
Candidates whore themselves to this nation
While starving children pray for salvation
When did the presidency become something to buy
As homeless seek shelter from a wet stormy sky
Give me the candidate that will act not just talk
The one that’s willing to walk the walk
Lets see any one of them surrender their suites and ties
To sleep in rags beneath wet stormy skies
Or beg in the streets for something to eat
Or huddle around a steam vent in the winter for heat
For those are the citizens that need their help most of all
The poor and the weak the homeless the small
But they are not seen at the big campaign dinners
Those are reserved for societies privileged winners
You’re not worth my vote living your high-class style
Unless you’re willing to experience their life for awhile
Then maybe just maybe you’ll see where the problems lye
And find something more valuable for your campaign funds to buy.
“closing thought”
You will not find this poem anywhere but here
For the truth in its words is every politicians fear.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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