I tend
to blame the judges
for
where we are today.
The
family and the arts
are
changed by how the critics weigh.
They
took the rod from parents
and
gave it to the child...
redacted
God from view and school,
and
wonder why our teens run wild.
The
judges show malfeasance
by
pols, and their close minions,
don’t
break the laws, just minor flaws...
if you
read their opinions.
All are
equal, the tribunes say,
but
trials oft belie...
for
famous, rich and powerful
seems
most rules don’t apply
Our
music, once melodic,
now
attacks both ear and mind.
And Art,
once blending shade and hue
now
challenges to trace a line.
The
words that moved the poets
no
longer pass from soul with rhyme.
Now
poets need not punctuate...
the
readers must, provide the time.
The
critics test the borders
to see
where minds may wend.
They
need to stop, reflect and judge
on what
they’ve done to once sane men.
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