Poet's Corner

ODE  TO THOSE IN CONGRESS
WHO, LIKE  DR. KIDGLOVE,

ARE COMPLICIT IN THE LAST, WORST
BETRAYAL OF THOSE WHO VOTED FOR THEM

Breathes there a man with soul so numb
He still doth march to Obama's drum?
Who sees his own, his native land
Seized by the rich and the hateful few
Who'd milk it dry just to accrue
Wealth and power as contraband?

If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him there is a special hell.
High is his treason, vile his name;
He calls himself a Democrat
But brings to that party just shame.
He is a wretch, concentred in self
Lusting for power, privilege, pelf.
And ere he dies his fate shall be
To witness the death of Liberty,
Abominable gift to his progeny.


(APOLOGIES TO SIR WALTER SCOTT)