This Dark Democracy

But bags of weeds in fine
suits, peddling lies these
pufferies called politicians

throwing hope around like
a raggedy child’s toy, toying
with honor, dignity and dreams.

Citizens caught in the whirlwind
of power’s predatory religion:
that bleeding worship of wealth

with popes called billionaires
sanctifying daylight robberies,
burying the wretched in the

blink of a golden eye. And still
they knock at your door, these
bags of weeds, these pufferies

promising protection, promising
the moon and stars, promising
you won’t feel a thing.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.