WHO WILL STAND TALL?

So much babble in my ears

A little from my peers

But most of it comes my way

From politicians who bark and bray

Promising this, promising that

Vacillating at the drop of a hat

Do it my way or else you'll suffer

Their own errors they buffer

Talking heads each and every one

Wanting selfish validation

For no apparent action.

Each standing at a podium

Ranting ad nauseam

So hard to make up my mind

Who is the one I'll find

That will be aligned

For the good of all

And yet stand tall?

 

© Mel Patterson, 11-19-11