4000 and counting

Sir,
You said you stood for compassion
Were conservative in your appeal
4000 later and counting
I see no basis for your zeal

Compassionately have you broken the bank
Conservatively have you decreed
To kill the curiosity that has fueled
Our knowledge and need

The truth is clear, the writing plain
I beg of you to see
This combustible mixture you brew
Is total insanity

Its your idea and your plan
And thus your responsibility
History will judge and say
Based on evidence "He is guilty"

The Easier Battle

I thought I knew what I wanted
I felt I had matured with time
That for which I lusted
Had shape, meter and rhyme

So I picked a pair of scissors
And on a cardboard drew
To aid my vision a pair of visors
To reject all a little askew

Thus armed I went into the world
And chopped mercilessly
At any that failed, were bent or curled
Or lacked honesty

I drew the rules in black or white
For the world that I see
Somehow I'd forgotten that
The world included me

I stood upright and looked around
And could not really see
That what I could most easily surmount
Was right inside of me

Unpopular Choice

It would be easy for me to agree
Nod my head and smile
To gain your favor
For a while

And that would retain your esteem
For what you believe
Is not what I am
Or do

So I will look away and say
The truth I know
It makes sense
To me

And as I see the light fade
I wonder again if
I've made the
Right choice

Yet I think it takes more spine
To state what you are
Though the rest
Care less

No argument I make can show differently
For what I know you
Cannot believe
Directly

And sometime shape has poetry
That may not rhyme
In entirety
Or part