Every day I seem to witness,
With drawn eyes,
News stories that make me seethe,
Built-in inequality,
Bankers in the slaughterhouses of Wall Street,
Political duplicity,
Impotent old men upon the beaches of society,
Building sandcastles in imperial styles,
Houses of cards,
With sands of ground-up people,
Little voters at the bottom of the ladder,
Each spadeful shrieks in dissent,
The sands mount tall,
Kept strong on designs of grim architects,
The castles are patted down with manifesto lies,
The old men cheer as they rise,
When will the tide come,
And tear these foul empires down?
WorldofHarley 
Wow…fantastic. Powerfully rendered imagery. The extended metaphor of “beach activities” well penned. And, the power of your meaning resound. Well done!
The lines starting, “Building sandcastles in imperial styles…” …so fine poetry. Bravo.👍👍😊
Aww, thank you so much for your kind comments. 😊😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
A pleasure😊
God only knows, but soon, ! Soon! Xxx
Soooooon!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Cool artwork and brilliant words. Kudos.
Thank you very much my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin