Poetic Political Ponderings

The word of the wise is said in a soft tone.
Not bellowed out through a huge megaphone.
For when it gets too loud or down right smug,
People don’t listen; they sweep words under a rug.

I live in a country with government health care.
It’s liberating; - not Communism! - It’s protective care!
You say there is no money to heal the poor sick,
I say there is no money for the bombs that tick tick.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.
For a moment put aside animosity, and really try to think.
Medical care shouldn’t be about money; for money really stinks.
Medical care prevents crime to buy medicine; - not minks.

Many of you have hearts for your dearly loved pets.
Many of you wouldn’t hesitate to bring them to vets.
But when a poor human soul suffers in dying pain,
You don’t want him helped? Why I think that’s insane.

I gladly pay taxes to my government, 50% or more,
For sick people don’t beg here in front of closed hospital doors.
It’s my way of giving and sharing for those who have not,
This is the true Christian way; this is what I’ve been taught.

I have made a small attempt to write this in poem form,
Hoping it will be read, - sorry if it was too long.
But if I could change only one of your set minds,
Then it was worth the effort to have written these very lines.