Friday, February 5, 2016

Quid Pro Quo

               Quid Pro Quo

People depressed and hopeless,
Believing best days are gone, copeless.
Politicians hawking their wares,
Make it about them so no one cares.

Gloom and doom,
From media outlets boom.
Flatulence that fills the room,
Stench in air, smell of death in tomb.

Create a crisis to blame,
To them just political game.
Better yet set my opponent on fire,
Character doesn’t matter to a liar.

Leadership vacuum today,
Take action, more than just pray.
Corporations and unions quid pro quo,
Let them "eat cake" as they go.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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