Men of the Lowest Repute

Men of the Lowest Repute

 

Men of navy, of black and grey,

who bleed their lungs to take the day,

who scream their rules, their roads, their way,

who choose the price that you must pay.

 

Men who should loud with votes,

their promises and souls they quote,

whose lives would be of little note,

who send ‘their’ people on straws to float.

 

They’ve chewed the earth, and spewed concrete,

throw us tiny morsels to eat,

with snide remarks they bid us greet,

and pull the grass from under our feet.

 

My vote to none, I won’t condone

the willful selling of our home,

to the beasts who deny our megaphone,

who carve their effigies with our bone.