by Tim Chiu
The voices are often heard but rarely heeded - a rhyming poem.
|A hoisted peace to ramble;
A troupe that aims to talk…
A cluelessness, preamble -
As debtors scream and squawk.
The closeness of a privilege;
A vexing, corporate shaming.
A vocal, probing leverage;
A shift toward hopes, defaming.
That central fright, incompetence;
Envisioning folks’ decency.
Shredding thrust, circumference,
Forgetting our troops’ leniency.
Rise to chastened circumstance;
Exclude these thoughtful measures;
Were it not for victory’s dance,
There’d be no actual treasures…