Spades
written by: Beauchard
@Le_Livre22
Cash, pressure, votes… so does corruption go.
A spade to heads of all who oppose,
The decaying, dying town’s long, drawn fade.
For feigned omnipotence, do men souls trade
In this never-ending, sordid charade.
Vain irrelevance!
Shake hands, threaten, sue:
Do all such things,
To power accrue.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
It is an excerpt from ‘Death in a Small Town’, a long poem I am currently writing.
Writer. Poet. Currently, querying a novel titled "Absurd'. Writing a long poem 'Death in a Small Town'. Adore the Romantic poets, especially Percy Bysshe Shelley's style.
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