Note to readers: This poem is one of the poems contained in the now published anthology, Assortment.

Smoked Screen

Another morning
With more to be seen
Before the sun rising
As I watched from my smoked screen

“We shall supply everything,
People, you all would feast reckless
None shall lack a thing
Somebody get ready for development and progress!”

“Progress? When you led us into a deep recess?”
“Times are rough”
“Yeah yeah game of chess
You know, it’s tough”

“But can we have the bread and the butter?”
“The laughter and the laughs?”
“They’ll come hereafter”
“In bits and in halves”

“There was never an outrage”
“That’s the truth”
Then, there was an outage,
Where’s the truth?

“We’ve restored power,
We conquered them and have now restored peace”
“Sorry, we meant electric power, more gunpowder
The war did not cease!”

“My spleen!”
“Brief me a bit”
“Smoked screen!”
“Deal with it”
(©2017 Samuel D. All rights reserved)

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