In Vino Veritas

The Beaujolais is right enough

the fire crackles and lightly flames

but memories are of rougher stuff

of days and times of bitter claims

 

times when arrogance and pride

derided other people's lot

hubris railed humility be tied

the dark horse trampled lesser folk

 

boot straps pulled to trumpets sounds

the race was on and damn the rest 

winning at all costs astounds

me now heart and soul attest

 

for years have taught a costly prize

that others much more ken than I 

value more people I now surmise

whom care and love their souls abide





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-12-28 at 20:22

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
When reading this fine poem, one almost inevitably thinks of the last four years of political life in the USA. Whether that was your intention or not --- excellent work!
2020-12-29