Microcosm
They come together
in this place outside
yet at the centre of our world.
We have asked of them
our destiny
Have demanded nothing of them
except our future.
Who are these gods in whom we place our trust?
Who are these gods that we have selected?
These are the senate that we once elected:
The senators that serve a mighty ruling role.
Are these our lawgivers?
Yes, we voted!
They come together
in this place outside
yet at the centre of our world.
And what mischief there is wrought!
Will we never learn:
Any company drawn from our world will
like that world contain
a sample of all our shades?
Yet we wonder at their insufficience
gasp in horror at malfeasance
We come to know that we are governed either
by the fallible or the foolish
For whom we voted!
They come together
in this place outside
yet at the centre of our world.
Are we so careless
of our guardians:
These angels that we charge
to keep us in all our ways?
Again and again, our hopes are dashed
What higher power can ensure
That only the good endure?
Who will guard the guards themselves?
What moral high ground can we now take
When we voted?
keith jeffries
Thu 9th Nov 2017 16:04
Chris, this is truly an excellent poem. Someone once said that a nation gets the government it deserves. Your poem has some of this. Thank you. Keith