The Great Divide

It is a strange age of the world this, when empires, kingdoms, and republics come a-begging to our doors and utter their complaints at our elbows. - Thoreau

deep in the schisms and chasms of politics

where burros shout and elephants tout

speaking from both sides of promising mouths

beating each other up with talking sticks

they don the war-torn, tattered colors of their views

where straight mud is slung and crooked fingers point

chairs being the only thing time rearranges

casting votes and aspersions

in a grim reminder that nothing ever changes

mute mouths open deep and wide

running the race in stride

before the fall cometh pride

trying to bridge

the great divide

Author's Note

"If you aspire to anything better than politics, expect no cooperation from men. They will not further anything good. You must prevail of your own force, as a plant springs and grows by its own vitality." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Country is divided indeed to the extreme sense of the word; parties and candidates don't believe in compromises anymore. Issues are the wide gap that is pulling this country apart.
I think civility is gone too.
An excellent take on this issue.

[Pete]

amazing how divided things have gotten. what to call the system that presently rules? compromise makes for a virtuous platform bit is tough to run on - probably why their mouths move but no one is saying anything anymore.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree wholeheartedly. You are welcome sir Pete

[Arundass TP]

Every thing contradicts. War is final. Colors are contrasted. Great poem friend. Loved it

[Pete]

yes, contradiction. thank you sharing friend.