Who bankrolls
the nasty TV ads
that verge on slander,
the propositions
to make law
no attorney comprehends,
then leave it up
to the common man
to cast his vote
for the profit in IT,
be IT self-righteous egos
or just plain cash?
Imagine the power-rush
spending someone else’s money
and then to get paid
with all the perks
for IT
for life.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2022
Tagged common man, democracy, elections, mid-terms, parties, photography, poetry, politicians, politics, voting
We are encouraged by storms
along the Mediterranean, thunderous
footsteps, masses of legs tangled with torsos
and arms waving, reaching beyond
rejuvenated eyes on the shores of Cairo
and Tripoli – encouraged by humanity.
The earth has quaked, floods have become
a work-in-progress – some ranges rise
while other mountains melt into farms.
This sun illuminates an instant age
of transparency – where secrets sell quickly,
and information cheap for Everyman
reaching for a dream. The despots fall
like fences under hoof as the herd
grazes fresh feed for a little while.
Posted in Poems 2011
Tagged Cairo, common man, democracy, freedom, revolution, Tripoli
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