This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2016-07-30 16:11:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Behind the Curtain

                                                            Where has the bunting gone                                                             post conventions, and                                                              what are the staged faces                                                             doing now,                                                              behind the scenes                                                             plotting our redemption?                                                             I’ve been redeemed                                                             by the Precious Blood                                                             and don’t need your bills                                                             or body remedies,                                                             senator,                                                             or delicious sentiments.                                                             Catholic Kaine,                                                             where are your babies?                                                             I hear their blood crying to me from the ground.                                                              Have you seen Silent Scream?                                                             And still you want my vote?                                                             We have voted ourselves                                                             into voting ourselves                                                             out of                                                              barbarous foxholes                                                             along this Western Front.                                                             Even my hot iron conscience                                                             and my jangle                                                              averts its face                                                             from the bright arc                                                             over the gap                                                             between two evils.                                                               Hell, open your cunt.                                                             It’s almost time to vote.

Copyright © July 2016 Mark Steven Scheffer

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This Poem was Critiqued By: Ashni Irey On Date: 2016-09-13 23:18:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Really strong and appropriate choice of words for a topic that stirs up much debate everywhere. I don't live in the US, but the US elections are a matter of big discussion wherever one may go. Catholic Kaine, where are your babies? You referring to Tim Kaine? Very deep and poetic expressions in every passage.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-07-31 09:28:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
MSS, Of your last stanza, for me, not to vote is to endorse by far the worst of two candidates. Of course I am in CA, so my vote will be wasted. However; the gap between two evils is as you describe, a wide gap. Concerning Kaine’s votes on abortion, ie; Abel’s murder reference, and the “silent scream”, you gave enough to allow those who listen or give a damn, the opportunity to agree, or not. Much like the Gen 38:9 verse the is improperly used to villainize masturbation, when the verse is really about disobedience to God, so too Lev 18:21 (and others), is not so much about disobedience of God, (though there is the “have no other gods before me, command), but rather the sanctity of life to God, who is appalled at the lack of that sanctity in the Children of Israel. Well, your piece makes me think. The fires of Molech is apropos to your theme; and Kaine. Oh hell, I too find watching the t.v. and the coronation of the great deceiver to be too much. I will vote, because I must. Thank you for a great morning of mental, moral, and philosophical exercise. I am sure you have been called a Prophet before. It is inevitable, and probably accurate.
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