As the Days Decay

The rotten fruit shall be shaken --- W. H. Auden

Do they somehow envision sainthood in the homeless
or extoll the virtue of the millions toiling for minimum wage;
see themselves as the feudal overlords of trickle-down,
their enormous profits banquet omelets for the common good?

You know the politics whereof I speak,
the Me, Myself and I of anachronistic yesterdays,
the concave years of soup-kitchens supporting high-rise condos
and batshit crazy presidential candidates admiring selfies.

I wonder if it's all because they can't reach orgasm;
impotence and pharmaceuticals which fuel our economy?
A nation moans from the exhaustion of despair with
forgotten cityscapes of odorous blacks and blues.

Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2015-10-17 at 12:29

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A great piece indeed. And the beginning of last paragraph made me smile.

Yes the world can be treacherous as you aptly describe.

You've cut right to the quick of it, this disease that manifests in all the ways you so vividly describe, and others - almost daily now campus massacres, more than daily beatings and killings of children, elder abuse . . . the list goes on and on. I grow more and more despondent and fearful of the world my grandchildren are inheriting.