Decisions made on money <br />Are quick-fix vanities <br /> <br />Sure to please the rabble <br />But ransomed at the cost of <br /> <br />Centuries to come <br />When the wounded drag <br /> <br />Their broken limbs <br />To the altars of the ancestors <br /> <br />Weeping the salty unkempt tears <br /> of Betrayal. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Autumn Leaves, July 2003)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/political-tax/
