Frustrated With the US Economy and Politics: A Poem About Leaders Who Do Nothing I’m so tired of the same old show— the velvet podium, the practiced grin, the flag-pin shining like a “trust me” stuck into a suit built for leaving early. I’m angry in the way a kettle is angry— not loud at first, just constant, just pressure you can’t pray away, just heat from being ignored on purpose. Because people are hurting…

A faded rose from days gone by Lay within the pages of her favorite book. Tear drops stain the weathered paper Memories of a past long since gone. She softly whispers “I miss you “. As her fingers slowly trace The letters on the marble stone. A faint smile on her face. Rising to her feet at last, She turns as though to leave. The ritual complete once more, Her heart and soul deplete. The…