Can’t Run or Hide

by | Apr 2, 2021 | Political

The House* upon the mountain top
We call our government
Now under public scrutiny
As the public’s patience spent

No longer a sleeping giant
The public is awake
Hell-bent on cleaning house
Cause our Republic is at stake

The communist demonstrations
And detractors of the truth
See how they’re cannon fodder
And their poverty’s their proof

Surrendering their sovereignty
For an idea born of another
Whose ego through bloodlines
Dictate connections of each mother

Bezos, Obama or Clinton
Simply chattle to be used
In this global mafia
Also fodder much abused

Clinton has no standing
Just a history of shame
Creating havoc in her wake
With fear connected to her name

And Soros, George, pathetic
His eye-bags already packed
In the hell of his own making
It’s only money he doesn’t lack

Love of money, his emptiness
Cause, “Money can’t buy you love!”
No matter how he spends it
He’s a hand without a glove

Cold, indifferent and sad
Hollow as a drum
Filled with muriatic acid
Whose end has finally come

Just as the dominating players
Are seen for who and what they are
The House *, likewise self-reveals
The nature of their scars

The sins they’ve tried to cover
Become open for all the see
Explaining their fervent hatred
For our current Presidency

Their actions born of fear
For things they’ve said and done
Drawn into another’s’ plan
That has them on the run.

*House of Representatives in DC

4/8/19 #3

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)