The Sound of Treason

Submitted by Tim Hawes on Sun, 2009-06-28 20:21

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THE SOUND OF TREASON

It is true: they all sound
Alike and from age to age
Change but gradually
And then only the form;
No thought of sense.
Let them have an adolescent
Love affair and they're content,

Or let them bristle
And chafe that there
Is no fear of them
In modern life, though
Pound peddled himself
To Mussolini and Truman
And ended a frightening hulk

That some pretended
To fear. I've fanned
The pages of publications
And seen the same thought,
The same approach.
I step out from my prison,
Stretch and see the guards

Eyeing me suspiciously.
They searched me earlier
For pencils and pens
Imagining I might
Write down new thoughts
And introduce Chaos
Into a perfect world.