in halls of power,
they sit in towers
away from us
on ground level –
high in clouds
sunlight is pure
not so for poor &
weary travelers
spending hours
digging ditches to bury
dead, killed
by diseases,
shedding skin like
snakes, baking
in desert valleys –
come November
there will be reckoning
no peaceful transfers
of power
in horrid hours
(Photo by Chris Yang on Unsplash)
