He lies to me every day. Confuses
me. Causes me to feel my friends are my
enemies, doubt all truth. He refuses
to ever admit he’s wrong, even tries
to portray God while adoring Mammon.
I keep sensing seismic shifts in marble
columns and floors where fearing forms happen
to gather, to blather terror, warble
hypocrisy of democracy. Spend
my funds on their welfare. Not that they care,
but I’d like to shower peace to far ends
of our Earth, empower poor, bring light where
it’s dark. Provide farmers un-poisoned seeds.
Clear water and air. Teach each soul to read.
Roger Armbrust
September 9, 2018
