They Call Them Candidates

but what I see are
sycophantic
generators of rage
a bilge of bile
pressing into our skin
creating stains
on the voting-booth curtains

and what I hear are
promises promoting
the triumph of a
murderous will
jacket-booted strides
on the throats
of our freedoms

and what I know is
there is no
Hippocratic oath for power
we are not real people
like corporations
and the pressure of dissolving faith
is crushing us all

By Vince O’Connor

Biography:

Vince O’Connor has been a published writer since fourth grade, when his poem about protozoa was first published. Over the years he has published poetry in various print and online publications, has a play, “Nearly Departed,” published by Players Press, and written articles for magazines . He can be found at http://vinceoconnor.com/