All while my
poor head pounds
She pushes an
old cart from a place now boarded, picks up shiny metal objects to add to what
she’s hoarded
All the while
talking to herself seemingly unaware, or after so many miles pushing her cart
she just don’t care
The cardboard
walled shelter inside an abandoned store, dirty surroundings curls up with a
blanket on the floor
Why do we turn
away from this kind of situation? Lord too many homeless people all across our
great nation
All of these thoughts
fill my head, the politicians sounds; try to divert your attention all while my
poor head pounds
He worked his
whole life fixing shoes on his block, but because he’s an oriental he was
knocked brainless with a rock
His poor wife
of 42 years kneels over him and looks to the skies, another innocent victim
dies and his family cries
Slow-moving
traffic around her mumbles about “those people”; same ones dressing nice on
Sunday at the steeple
Singing the
songs of praise and reciting from the Holy book, put your words into action,
turn your head and look
All of these
thoughts fill my head, the politicians sounds divert your attention, all while
my poor head pounds
Don’t be
worried about your kids learning a different way, education makes you understand
but it doesn’t make you gay
Instead of
being so concerned with people voting twice, how about helping all to vote,
wouldn’t it be nice
In areas that
reflect where the people actually live, not realigned to include more big
spenders with plenty to give
As the
temperatures rise to dangerous levels all around the earth, look past your shiny
cars at that sky tell me what it’s worth
“His sons a
druggie, he’s a liar, he is hiding behind the law”; yup and that one should
know, with more indictments than I ever saw
A list of his
top officials who aided his re-election convicted of child porn; the lot of
them lying through their teeth as they were sworn
As the shoe
polish ran down the sides of panicked Rudy’s face, I swear I heard DA Schiff
tell ADA Stone “You haven’t got a case”
False bravado
and inflammatory tones when he speaks, but in the courtroom he’s as quiet as a
mouse with red cheeks
All of these
thoughts fill my head, the politicians sounds divert your attention, all while
my poor head pounds
Teach your
kids and tell your friends
This rhetoric
it never really ends
Learn to
listen no time to relax
These issues
before us will shape tomorrow
Live in peace
or perpetual sorrow
Cut through
the bull, follow the facts
Pay attention
to the words of the politicians sounds
I’m trying to
sort it out all while my poor head pounds
Tim Windisch
08/10/2023
