by Tim Chiu
Pour me a drink, accept the policies - a political poem.
|Victorious, with shared two cents,
How the visions seem so dense.
Come on dear, their shady focus,
Dragon’s breath could nearly choke us.
Concomitant to the stressing,
Is the wisdom, Lord’s new blessing.
Hold the line, don’t leave the party,
Science, truth seem oh-so hearty.
Let us break amid the seed -
How the voices shall cry need.
Convening now, the sakes of people,
Gore the church and burn the steeple.