Syllables are clinging to his lips
Words slither through the air
and bury burdens
hide the lies and simplify.
His speech diverges from the truth
and dribble drops of soup
He whisper wows
cross his fingers.
renaming daylight night
We had a choice to understand
see it through the shadows of his play.
but yet again we believe and vote.
Today Victoria revisit the use of verbs at dVerse MTB with a twist. I think you can apply this poem to any “favorite” politician of yours.. *smiles*. I think voters many times vote against their own best interest.