Don't get your hopes up
There are hachets
Buried barely below the surface
We all know where they are
Prison guards search for hidden weapons
Each and every day
They know they are there
For when the next fight breaks out
Larger political weapons
Are easier to find
We all watched the ceremonies
Where we buried them
Their handles were left
Sticking out just in case
We'll need them again and
Forget where we buried them
Both sides waved their's around
With threatening gestures
To harm or frighten others
Trying to get them to join
Each side was frightened
That not enough others
Would be convinced by fact and reason
Now that our side has won
Both sides have pretended to cooperate
Bury their hachets - - -
Liar Liar
Even with our financial pants still on fire
Tom J. Mariani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/u-s-election-2008-what-as-supposed-to-be-cocomity-and-cooperation-following-rancor/
