Body Politic

Of plans of men – and desserts so fanciful –
cigars and brandy after…
Talk of wars, and pleasant whores –
who smell quite dandy….
But amidst the brew of chucklers –
hiding ‘neath the silver tray –
from the clouds of whiskey and rum
come storms of politic-banter –
Hateful this, and hateful that –
hatred all around –
Get your hatred here,
free and clear –
forgetting brotherhood bound.
Dividing the house brings his fame –
fortune and all in his name –
“Fuck if the house can not stand -”
he says, as he slowly comes damned –
and sliding into the bowels of hell,
along with we, just as well –
for standing quietly – through the time –
sipping softly – our brandy-wine.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

3 responses to “Body Politic

  • Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    The dreadful hatred that seems to indicate a strength when all it is the fear of having to execute a compromise of reason… hate sells so much better than compassion.

  • ladynyo

    Agree with Bjorn. We have seen dreadful hatred and especially for the last week here in the US. Hate does sell so much better than compassion….or reason.

    I have been weighing the issue of presenting my own political views, but then, it seems that all I get is ….hatred, and no body listening at all. We seem to have made up our minds, regardless the evidence that we DON’T read or pursue. What is the purpose of it all?

    However, when we divorce ourselves from the important issues we become like those you write of in the last stanza: standing around, sipping our brandy-wine.

    It seems that no one today, especially now, cares at all about brotherhood bound.

    A powerful and insightful poem, John. Makes one think on both sides if sides we are reduced to be.

    Lady Nyo

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