Liberation=Truth…and Vice Versa

A poem by Anthony Weeks

 

He lacked the perspicacity

To see the beauty of truth’s capacity

To free us from mendacity

And to know just what is what.

 

His complicity in duplicity,

Inauthenticity, and toxicity

About matters like ethnicity

Proved the havoc he could wreak.

 

He spewed hate with ferocity,

Which spread with great velocity,

There was no paucity of atrocity

In all he did and said.

 

Some said, “Never mind his causticity.

It’s merely eccentricity!”

But in his zeal and electricity,

We feared he’d zap us all to death.

 

Policies borne from spasticity,

Moral elasticity,

It makes for good publicity

But governing? It’s not.

 

We’d love a leader with some sagacity

And a little less pugnacity,

More openness, less opacity.

You’re a President, not a czar.

 

Hope lies in its audacity

And also in love’s tenacity.

Veracity’s voracity

Will, one day, swallow him whole.

 

©Anthony Weeks 2017