In Other Words/Campaign Thoughts
Campaign Thoughts
This is a presidential year. (An unassailable reflection.)“Things will be better,” so we hear,“After election.”
Now comes the questing of the Vote, The Call to Arms, the Appeal to Reason,The Keynote Speech, the Clarion Note—This is the season
When everywhere and roundabout, From coast to coast, and vicy-versy,The candidates will speak and spout,Sans fear or mercy;
When from the Peerless Pines of Maine To California’s Pebbly Beaches,We are enthralled by the campaign,And many speeches.
Perhaps I ought to add “enthralled,” (Cf. line 3, above tetrastich)As Mr. Ward once might have drawledWas wrote sarkastick.
And therefore I demand a word, A message to This Glorious Nation.I crave the right of being heardOn Conservation.
On Conservation: Not of trees Of waterways, or fish, or horses—Of something greater far than these:Human Resources
Resources wasted in campaigns, In oratory dry and juiceless.The waste of energy and brainsStrikes me as useless.
For him I’d vote who said “Enough! I scorn the terrible traditionsOf the campaign. I leave that stuffTo politicians.”
That’s all. I might do five or six More stanzas, but I find it dreary.Do you care much for politics?They make me weary.