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Infamy Day Undoing

by James Zealy

It's four years hence
That our generation's
Infamy Day undoing is relived

Refreshed amid refrains
Of thundering winds and rains
And horrific brackish waters

Flooding our fragile psyches
With tears of anger and frustration
Over our apathetic ineptitude

While the Oligarch sneer
And faux religious pretense
Cloud all sense of reality

Where the stuffed white shirt
Indecisive correctioness political
Feels like a cowboy shooting blanks

The people leer in black faced anger
At the insensitive elected fools
Rage fuming voluminous

As the impatient foot taps
Like hellfire's drum roll
Staccato rythym slapping



Posted on 09/11/2005
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 09/12/05 at 08:57 PM

Yes, we all wait for the next disaster, the next bomb, the next act of vengeance in the name of whatever nonsensical cause rears its ugly head from within ugly minds. We wait too for a hero, or a mediocrity who ascends the invisible ladder in a veil of false superiority. We wait and wait and never STOP to ask, "what am I missing NOW?". That's what I saw. A powerful piece James. Well done.

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