Just A Thought

Against the gray backdrop
Like epitaphs we write,
Of life's moments past.

With splendid diction
We eulogize the living
So that History will know,

What judgment will they cast?

And from the bully pulpit
With forked tongues they preach.
Of equality and unity they speak,
The rhetoric of old
On Technicolor stages
In hi-fi stereo.

Mesmerized
We listen to the words
And awestruck
The message is distorted.
We see the conspicuously rehearsed,
Cheer the victory, undaunted.



Copyright 1998 by Anna J. Madison.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.