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Read this latest poem of his and then if you're interested in seeing more, check out his two books of poetry. I'll put the books and ordering info at the end.
QUOTH THE PARROT
Once
when I was lightly noting how perchance I might be voting
There appeared upon my sill a parrot with a crooked bill.
Ah, distinctly I remember elections early in November
Engaged was I in making choices
Hearing politician’s voices.
I couldn’t help but see that doom was casting shadows in my room
Democracy was almost lost —it must be saved
at any cost.
I asked the parrot
in despair, and wondered if he’d even care
He look around from side to side
“Socialism,” he replied.
But
what about Obamacare? We’ll need it if it isn’t there
We surely know it’s more than fair that healthy people pay their share
The sick and lame just can’t abide, and preconditions
won’t subside
The argument
can’t be denied.
“Socialism,”
he replied.
Food Stamp programs soon might end; still opponents
will not bend.
They’re
promising to never spend, while money overseas they send.
On faith the hungry have relied
While dealing with their fragile pride
“Socialism,” he replied.
Our roads and bridges need repair; our schools not funded anywhere
But somehow no one seems to care: Protect instead the billionaire.
And while we struggle with this schism
Looking through a shaded prism
Quoth the Parrot, “Socialism.”
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My two books of
verses are available on amazon.com
—Jack Hasling
If you don't like to buy on line, write to me at
jackhasling@sbcglobal.net —Jack Hasling
FOOTPRINTS ON MY TONGUE
Also available
at Leigh's Books
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