As politicians moisten their lips And prepare periodic messages To chasten questioners. Their febrile speeches leave wanting Those with open eyes. And merely catapult words not actions Into gaping political holes. Tearing sanguine thoughts From confused minds. Leaving strong perceptions flaccid And hearts to hang pendulous - Broken and deceived. When all that is required From these pouting lips Is some truth to hold on to In these times of strife.
Poetry is my aeroplane 