Horatio’s Oversight

A sonnet about a politician who considers himself one of the people distraught by his fellow politicians who shun anyone who disagrees with the government as Marxists, revolutionists or anarchists.

Oh bountiful pleadings! Marvellous joy!

Avid caution closets a most tiresome day

A burden to carry, for now we pray

Dark secrets live where inside they will toy

Facades impose truth, ignoring our ploy

But assets to grieve the sky turned grey

Follow the bone, evolution to stray

A claim against deceit, behaving coy

Timid, mistaken, a label so fierce

Anarchist, criminal, if words could wound

Gargoyle! Statue! Your help is unwanted here

Fervent, honest, from my tongue your skin pierced

Strip you of fallacies, bare and ungroomed

Clear, of essence, and an absence of fear.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[EmmaT306]

Politician isn't what comes to mind. For me it brought mind someone hiding, trying to come into the light. This person is trying to be fear.

[Reticent]

I can see that. Thank you for offering a different interpretation!