White Hat

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The lies you spin with laughter,

feeding me popcorn and hopium to fill my acquiescence.

Now you expect me to believe

I am watching a movie,

that I should drop everything to follow

your vacuous manifesto

stuffed with vapid statistics and your promises.

You can take off that white hat

and throw it in the dirt; many more after me

will gladly stamp on it in the mud.

And let me see the face, that plastic smile,

the burgeoning billions in your bank balance,

swollen to kingdom come which never came.

My time may be done, but in the end

who is going to save you?

Copyright Francis 2021


Deafening Mime

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The mime artist confronts me,
lithe and contorting,
nuancing as best she can
with her eyes.
Masked and distanced,
her gestures rage out loud
and proud,
yet I do not understand,
I can’t even take her hand
to console, to reassure;
so now she’s rubbing her eyes
with feigned clenched fists
but the sorrow doesn’t translate;
such sobbing falls on deaf ears,
yet it screams to my soul:
She’s in her world, I’m in mine,
dimensions apart,
both of us born again infants
deprived of facial cues.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*dVerse: Let your words ring out. I taken a ‘left field’ approach.