I’m asked to write in rhyme
for Octpowrimo today
but I’m well past my prime
so what I have to say
is anything but sublime
I write fairly often in rhyme, so the prompt was nothing new to me. So I went on an archive trawl of my blog for rhyming poems and came up with one I wrote a year or so ago, but which is still topical. Will they ever change?
The mind boggles at their blindness –
those men of power who fail to see
the contempt in which we hold them,
for their greed, their lack of kindness,
for lying cupidity and venality.
Politicians blind to suffering and poverty –
their eyes only on the main chance,
thinking always “what’s in it for me,”
their ears only open to big business –
they deny their faults emphatically.
Where are the lenses which will bless
their vision with more clarity,
where the aids to unstop their ears,
where are the men of charity
to lead with truth, morality and fairness?