‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’ W.B. Yeats.
Darkness as the sun shines
Vultures are circling ready to dive
Sun hidden by their wings
Hyenas surreptitiously closing in
Beacon of hope to entire world
Crawling back to the womb
Alternate facts eviscerating truth
Enemy within us ready for the kill
Party time for the vultures and the hyenas
Smirking their lips
As darkness creeps slowly
On the land of the free
Swamp reeks
Home of the braves held
Hostage to fear and lies
Drain the swamp, yes
Start at the top
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Ten
Fleeting Muse 
You’re playing with fire there! Though I agree with every word. I like your slight amendment to the phrase ‘land of the braves’. If it’s anybody’s I suppose it’s theirs.
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Then you will need to stop prompting with provocative quotes☺
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The whole world needs a kick up the backside. The more provocative prompts the better 🙂
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Appreciate the creative kick in the rear from time to time.
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So do I, but it might be more productive if our leaders were forced to be honest about their real aims and who they are really looking after. Then we might stand a chance of getting rid of them 🙂
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And who elects these leaders in a democracy?
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The same people who can get rid of them, in theory. Admittedly, there is a hard core of imbeciles you can’t argue with.
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There lies the irony, “who bells the cat”.
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We have to trust in democracy, I suppose, until someone comes up with an acceptable alternative;
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But who kicks the butt?
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All of us! Arm in arm, marching.
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