Lost for words
My Muse has gone, and my
frustration
Is found wanting, in
terms of expression.
And, looking at the state
of the nation,
I can only convey the
depression,
Sadness and angst I’m
presently feeling,
In a rhyme (or rant) of
limited scope;
As a poem, this isn’t
appealing;
It conjures up anger;
offers no hope.
When I see lies
masquerading as truth
And liars being followed
and revered;
When I see denial
refuting proof
And free will into
stupidity steered,
All I can do is look on
in dismay
And silent despair, with
nothing to say.
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