The waves crash the pier.
In a lonely city the wind
Whips empty streets to win
Over the traders on Wall Street without fear.

Spectacular glow the evening lights
Agents of Homeland Security Spy
On rebels descending, disappear or die.
In ethereal Internet blows whistle fights.

Secret rites of loyalty bond
the powerful moguls to collusion,
While workers believe in delusion
Of flags at parades long gone.

Grandiose Nero wanted
To remodel center Rome.
Flames razed all the hovels and homes.
The false flags became haunted.

The leader of the free world
Smokes a cigarette in bed
While Pentagon officials dread
peace, stir it up in a swirl.

Not bequeathed with riches or connections,
Brown squirrels scurry for nuts,
Practice acrobatic moves from trucks,
And limousines for white-collar felons.

Thousands of miles away gently
Silverback gorillas groom offspring
Give them love and meaning,
Dodge poachers while moving slowly.

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    Eileen Browne says

    Expertly written poetry with a delicious dose of satire.
    Thanks for sharing, Mark.

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    Joyce White says


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