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          POEMS - 2019 - Elections


          Column

               

          ELECTIONS


          Most people are not liberal enough,

          To be accepted by the liberals,

          Nor conservative enough,

          To be accepted by the conservatives.


          Each side makes us pine,

          For the other.


          How will partisans improve,

          Our hospitals?

          Our roads?

          Or our drinking water?


          The greens have a message,

          Caring for sure,

          But they’d shut us all down,

          Before there’s a cure.


          Greta is the voice,

          Of future generations,

          But she is selectively dismissive,

          On many occasions.


          The social democrats,

          Want justice for all,

          “But the robbing of Peter,

          Is no way to pay Paul”.


          The separatists are out,

          For blood they say,

          “Divide and conquer”,

          Is their only way.


          Politicians miss the point ...


          A true governor’s quest,

          Is to help others do,

          What others do best.


          Help scientists discover,

          Let them experiment,

          Help musicians play songs,

          For love and merriment,

          Help engineers build,

          Help philosophers reflect,

          Guide people to prosper,

          With mutual respect.


          The “I’m better than you!”

          Partisan rhetoric falls flat,

          Where is the love,

          Or genius in that?


          Show me an artist,

          And I’ll show you a gallery,

          Show me an architect,

          And I’ll show you a bridge,

          Show me an author,

          And I’ll show you a library,

          But show me a politician,

          And I’ll show you a wedge.


          The metrics are there,

          Simple and true,

          Is medicine available?

          How long is the queue?

          Is our engineering safe?

          Are our children safe too?

          Are they learning enough,

          To see themselves through?


          It is really quite simple,

          We’re tired of the spat,

          Health and prosperity!

          Can you deliver that?

          Can you keep the land well?

          The animals too?

          Can you build a nation,

          That’s not about you?


          Sheila Willar - November 4, 2019

               

          Column


          Matthew 24:31 (KJV)


          And He shall send His angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together His elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

               



          Copyright 2023 Sheila Willar


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