Politicians Lack Of Shame Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When did the blush fade from their face?
No single date, no marked-off place.
It's a whisper that grows, a feeling deep,
That promises made, they fail to keep.

A broken vow, a rule they bend,
Their own gain pursued, without end.
The people's needs, a distant hum,
As personal wants, more loudly come.

They stumble, fall, yet rise again,
No hint of sorrow, no sting of pain.
The 'shame gut' gone, or so it seems,
Lost in the echo of power's dreams.

But whispers rise, as they always do,
On screens alight, a critical view.
Of right and wrong, of truth obscured,
A longing for leaders, less self-assured.

This isn't new, this weary sigh,
For honesty lost, beneath the sky.
But hope remains, a flickering light,
That right will prevail, with all its might.

T.M.Solvang