29 Oct 2016 – Sonnet
The anger of the People only grows.
Economies expand, but not for all.
The gutter beings once more make a show,
and would-be revolutionaries bawl.
The whole damned game is rigged – most say it’s true –
except, of course, for Wall Street’s willing pawn,
the sworn protector of the privileged few.
So what will be the outcome, come the dawn
once all’s been counted, and no savior’s come,
and all is as it was before, and rage
is now our only recourse, and the crumbs
we’re offered can’t such hopelessness assuage?
What then, a cresting flood where all will drown –
since men proclaim they never shall back down?