The Great Living Hell
On Communism
Under the radar I fly
Thru’ an ever more darkening sky
Thru’ the smoke from the volumes that burned
Thru’ the silence of lessons unlearned
Thru’ the sound of the shattering glass
Thru’ the thoughts of the mindless I pass
Thru’ the dust of the statues that fell
Thru’ the skies of the Great Living Hell
The Swamp
From the depths of the hidden swamp
where predators and villains romp
a nation watches in surprise
as they begin to drop like flies
Deplorable hypocrisy
exposed for all the world to see
A festering and fetid brew
until the light of day broke through
But still they scramble to repair
integrity that isn’t there
Pathetic yet without remorse
a swamp that must be drained by force
Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.
Thanks for writing these poems. Your words are a consolation to all of us beneath the “ever darkening sky”.
Well done on both! You certainly hit a timely bull’s eye with “The Swamp”.