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Dear Leaders – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest. dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry

Photo: ocjndaily.com Ocean City, New Jersey, a protest in response to the murder of George Floyd.

“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel

Dear Leaders

There is no life in you,
you who are nothing more
than a husk blowing in the 
winds of rebellion,
I see your guns and gas
uniformed in fear of decency as
you sneer at the sensitivities of
ordinary people concerned for
some semblance of democracy
midst the pious, honeyed corruption
you pedal to steal the dreams of
our children as you piss in our waters
and foul our fields with your 
poisonous rhetoric so religiously
flavoured as to make God vomit,
while you continue to kill your 
own as if blood stains down your
highways is some note of triumph
for the totems you bend to in your 
spineless dereliction of humanity.
You can kill my body but you will
never kill my enduring spirit that
is me, we, together naming your
legacy of fetid lies and murder,
and we will make a road of integrity
to pass right over you without 
memorial or reward save for some
flowers to mark the hollow graves
that you are.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Mind The Gap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: borgenmagazine.com. A scene from India, but could be from many countries.

“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.” Plutarch

Mind The Gap

Herald of bad tidings,
grimy sloth, slippery 
grease slime money bag
of hypocrisy and venality
belonging to that 
self-impregnating
cabalistic horde who sold
their souls while like dogs
in heat for the lusted
promise of one more 
crooked dollar to feverishly 
snatch from the hope of
lives devalued, being left
to deconstruct their love
in abject, lonely missery
as if they were deserving
of a punishment so severe
for the crime of being born.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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