they sell out for pennies on the dollars
measly contributions, trips, sound bytes,
everything goes in the game of
politics, which used to be such a powerful word,
profession, what I profess to believe
is neither relevant nor timely,
let us speak
lettuce, wilted in your hand
ten or even fifty pieces of silver
and there goes the rights of man
inalienable only in the old withered papers
of dreams