A lot of people love breakfast in every single locale - and live the right values - a poem |
The syrup remains capped; A medium stack lays there, in wait, Upon a clean, stylish plate. Uniformly inspired, the hungry eater Splays that maple concoction All over his or her breakfast; A nation notices its notorious doctrine All over the news channels, In a decadent and desperate plea For righteous and prudent, Less testy and embarrassing contempt For our democratic virtues… Cost controls and loan forgiveness Portray a rational sense of fairness Amongst that not-so-venomous, dangling volume Of escapist leisure; A varicose objection to Trump’s insolence And insistence on rambling conjures a legacy Of gross injustice, exasperating many; The required tax policies ignite Morbid speculation of how completely Overbearing corporations Successfully hoard money Gained by hardworking, less fortunate citizens And classes; Hard-earned credits for minorities, Women, and gays and trans- and bisexuals Fail to recognize the legion Of risks and faults of the medium-ranged gravity; Opportunities become inexorably linked To unreasonable identities, fixtures, and facsimiles; A society is prescriptively limited By catastrophic choruses And shocking spin campaigns. And love is more than just an option - It is a measure of respect, responsibility, And unabridged decency… For which merit must be construed And wholly constituted… On democracy and freedom, And a person’s pursuit of the heightened standard Of accommodations and commendations - To fare, conjure, and celebrate The truest and most correct way In our global strata - Covertly Unconcerned and unconnected To scenic, Conventional morals Of a grave and disparaging nature… For that existing basis of merit, And humanly constructed valor… |