Party Politics Poem by Patrick Dennis

Oh, give over, you naysayers,
you who war words point blank.

The confluence of words
must flow in truth to the sea

or else uphill spewed
in a rage of impossible lies.

Go together, therefore, fragment-directed to the sea
lest with lie to kill a lie you commit murder

and spread all dead things
to the four corners of the dead earth;

and make truth as a husk hollowed out
of the living heart.

Oh, you puling nonentities,
go and find a real enemy!