In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
Orwellian in its secrecy and now from protests infamy.
Of meetings born in false pretense, the beauty obscured by that fence.
The natural beauty of our land, sullied now by heavy hand.
The hand that claims to represent, we've all come truly to resent.
And wipe that smugness from his face, protect us from this false embrace
It's sad he said and walked away, prepared to let the media sway
Our opinions, thoughts and mind, if only he knew he pay in kind.
The power of the people still, reminds us all we have the will
to change the world for better yet, before they have the next summit.
Let's not throw stones, but words at them, so they remember why they came
to power first because of us, and grovel to re-earn our trust.