Rhetoric

Volumes of thought race through
double tongued lips.

Communique sport a ravishing
trip.

Up with conundrum a rhetorical
script.

Old school poitics forgotten long
since.

But the river is rising up over it's
banks.

And soon all will know desolations
foul stench!

So bring us your poor, your weak and
your masses.

We'll dash them to pieces with the
words that we speak!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Politics as usual. Sorry about the puctuation I hope that the meaning is understood.

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About the Author

Region, Country: South Ogden, Utah, USA

Favorite Poets: Jon Anderson

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