These Days

are of wine and poses,
lies and denials
which only compound our lives; 

bombardments of accusations,
grenades like turds,
misstatements and obfuscations.

Thus life goes on.  Disgust 
like dust floats free 
on evening breeze.

To skies rise up
petitions 
for assistance and mercy,

outcries, laments,
made to those
who swore oaths to protect us.

Easy tweets go on,
presumably at the highest level, 
but the voice is sleazy.