For Sadje’s prompt, “Deciding,” I am rerunning a poem from 2018 that is even more relevant seven years later:
Divided We Fall
As we bicker on the web, as we snipe and snooze,
soothing our hurt feelings with doobies or with booze,
our rulers are sequestered, each pondering on his throne,
deciding what new property to seize and make their own.
A chunk from social security, another bit from schools.
So long as we’re not educated, we’ll remain their fools.
Cut taxes for their cronies and let them drill for oil
in our nature preserves until we start to boil.
Record heat in one spot and fires in another.
Record snow and hurricanes. We drown or freeze or smother.
They are not going to notice these travesties and glitches,
for they’re busy in their counting rooms, counting out their riches.
What percentage earned today? What yachts to buy tomorrow?
The fortune that they earn today is mankind’s future sorrow.
If we stay divided, we play into their plans.
We keep each other busy as they work on their tans!
In Answer to Sadje’s Sunday Poser 269 :Deciding






Sure fits as closely as before, sadly, let’s hope it’s not true in the next ten.
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We hope we hope.
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This poem hits the heart Judy. Absolutely true my friend. Thanks for sharing.
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Judy, your rhyming poetry always hits home for me!
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