Initially made me mad Don’t believe a word ever said Indistinguished, morally dead, Oblivious, ignorant, sad; Trolling any outing the bad, In a country riddled with lies, No guilt by those feeding the cries; The dumb elephant in the room – His base chanting the ballots’ doom, Even as the flag sags, hope tries…
White wrinkles around vacant eyes, His head a ridiculous plume In truth’s spotlight will squirm and fume; The bruised ego of absurd size Ever fooled “love” not money buys House sub-let by some guy named ‘Vlad’ Overseeing each faked attack ad; Underhand and avarice-led, So before democracy’s dead, Elect Dumbo? You must be mad…
Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #3 “Mad” – a gymnastic variation double decima with a reverse and a twist.
Flaming wave crests across the Lake,
Damning the shore, lapping with fire;
Heat and despair press high’r and high’r,
Scorched lips silenced, part, crack and ache.
False dawns, tortured minds, wake and break;
Feigned glimpses – a distant city?
Cru’l deserts littered with pity
Stretch too far for mortals to cross;
Curs’d dunes, bearing waves of great loss
Bound the shore for Eternity.