The Sputtering Deliverer

By Lynn Ockersz

Those hard knocks from Lenin,

Are yet to sink in;

He said when the West went for a free-for-all,

Over who was foremost and first,

That rulers would forever be ruled by greed,

That grows like gangrene,

And that they could never be reined-in,

And Lenin’s words remain true!

Just the other day,

This Nodding Land’s powers-that-be,

Gave a mesmerized nod,

With no thought for the day ahead,

For new, shiny four-wheel toys for themselves,

To race on in their dangerous ego games,

But on the following fact,

A stunning blindness remains:

The Treasury is running out of pennies,

For the hand-to-mouth slaves,

And the sputtering Three-Wheeler,

Emerges a lonesome deliverer,

Of dangerously-shrinking small takes.