The Laureate-Congress 101417

Congress 101417

Can you not fathom their clever game...

most  promises will prove in vain.

They know they can not meet their pledge,

but their white lies oft earn acclaim.

{Lower taxes, reduce deductions.}

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The Laureate-To Congress 101117

To Congress 101117

Try to recall our yesterdays...

when you could not see through the haze.

With lungs afire and weeping eyes,

you found the answers in the maze.

You passed laws to deter the smog...

coal, waste and cars would air not clog.

And if you now erase that slate

our votes may write your epilogue.

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The Laureate-The Future

The Future

{Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.}

                                                                                 George Santayana.

Laws are written to control

what reckless men will do for wealth.

In the past the feral way

would but destroy our nation’s health.

And now our politicians

remove the laws that bind,

and threaten to again allow

the nation’s felons unconfined...

which could destroy all of humankind.

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The laureate-Weekends

The Weekends

I watch but sports on the TV.

I root for my teams, normally.

But games oft end like laws pols passed...

they seldom seem are meant for me.

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The Laureate-Vegas et al

My Prez,

Las Vegas proved that triage works.

You can respond to all life’s quirks,

if those who lead

react with speed...

and never, ever with me-jerks.

{In life, the best team wins.}

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The Laureate-Las Vegas

Las Vegas

Again a tortured soul,

from what we know not why,

ends the lives of many...

decided they should die.

So many lives were ruined,

even for his kith and kin,

and relatives of those he slew

must find a way...again begin .

I am not judge nor jury,

now God decides his fate.

But we must find an answer

lest NRA makes task too great.

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The Laureate-Power

Power corrupts, Lord Acton said,

if absolute...absolutely.

Powerful pols can feather their nest...

so best use your vote astutely. 

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