Political Haibun
The wind knows impermanence but does not trust it.
Dependent upon atmospheric pressure, absorption
and rotation, who can blame the wind? We, too,
lend ourselves illusions, only to barter them away.
Three miles for a beer. Seven seconds for a fresh look.
A dollar extended for every five stolen. Empathy,
but only for the wealthy. Electing liars to office,
we justify our actions with more untruths. Nothing
improves. Even the quality of lies diminishes.
yellowed grass bending
under the sun’s weight
god’s will, they say
O at the Edges 
Spot on – even the quality of lies dimishes – indeed.
LikeLiked by 2 people
We live in a curious time.
LikeLike
“yellowed grass bending under the sun’s weight… god’s will, they say”… fantastic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think I’ve violated the form’s “rules,” but…
LikeLiked by 1 person
One cannot violate the rules if they know them. A master appropriately moves beyond rules, while amateurs are mastered by remaining ruled…
LikeLiked by 3 people
Excellent! We’re both surfing the same wave today. 👍
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love it when that happens!
LikeLike
Apt yesterday / today. Even the quality of lies diminishes — too true
LikeLiked by 1 person
arslangarslan.wordpress.com
LikeLike
It’s almost insulting!
LikeLike
yes. thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh my. Soul journeys are parallel sometimes. I appreciate that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
They are!
LikeLiked by 1 person
‘the quality of lies diminishes’ – brilliant
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a curious truth about our political circumstance. Sad.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’ve put your finger on it…they can’t even tell good lies. That would at least be interesting, or entertaining, or something. This is just weariness and dread. (K)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Even the liars barely pretend, and their supporters go along with whatever they say.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Truth 👌🏾
LikeLiked by 1 person
A sad truth.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Amen to that, Robert
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dermott.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve just posted something in response, a you tube link and lyrics of Ry Cooder’s No Banker Left Behind
LikeLike
Makes one wonder where the buck stops …
LikeLiked by 1 person
It keeps being passed around. No end in sight.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“under the sun’s weight” – It does seem as though the higher power is inaccessible, and that we are at the mercy of daily whims that are increasingly foreign to our needs.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So true, Ken. And who knows what whims and horrors our elected ones have in mind for us…
LikeLiked by 1 person