The river rows the oarsman
Like the mountain moves the climb
The sunrise heats the day
Like the lectern stands and cries;
I stand before you all, beholden
To convey, what promised, I doth say
Deliverance be sent ahead of time
And the sunshine rules the waves
The lake lends its ears to listen
And the fountain, trickling, falls
And the distance, prone to what’s been tried
Before twilight heeds the call
Sunset trestles the table
And his reflection keeps them out
And the speaker speaks the way he knows
And the highway lends them doubt
He had no way of knowing
He had no chance to suppose
The resultant shock to all and sundry
As he sensed he’d be deposed
The people moved the mountain
The sunrise and the sea
Delivering a treatise
To those who thought they’d be
Above, beyond, the common call
Safe in harbour, from the sea
A greater being than those with voice
Substantial, by decree
Yet in droves they came from far away
To record their true feel
Would power lend its ear to hear?
Or would the hook, prize fish, by reel?
Or, tone deaf, would power speak to them?
Above, their clarion call
The river, mountain, sunset
Led to the lectern – the voice of all!
Postscript: Inspired by the recent Australian federal election, won on a knife’s edge by the Coalition Government.
NB: first published at https://mytrendingstories.com
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