Political Expediency

I feel like I should write something

To commemorate the cold

But I suppose the number of poverty's dead

Will have to do?

Hands will be rung

And politicians will have their say

Before mostly nothing changes

Given the new yardstick Of Sandy Hook

Of what cannot be done

In response to.

Grief provides little political headway these days.

However, if spun the right way, blaming the victim

Is very profitable.

A room full of immature blood

Is a powerful tool

In the hands of somebody willing to use it.  

The idea poverty is the just reward of the shiftless,

Of the unprepared and ill bred is nothing new,

And the link between death and poverty

Is as old as the hills.

The depth a politician is willing to sink

Gets deeper all the time.

They say the definition of insanity

Is doing the same thing over and over

And expecting a different result.

Maybe it’s our fault?

We do keep putting them in office?