by Phyllis Frakt
Millions out of work, bellies empty.
Penniless war veterans in rags.
Men out on streets sell apples
or wait in line for bread
as the president’s limo sweeps by.
The ins go out, the outs come in.
It’s always the economy.
Always, ever, and now
Prices ease down, growth up,
while demagogues drone
down is up, up way down.
Voters wait in line to decide.
It’s still the economy.
But which one do they buy—
the real one or the lie?
Phyllis Frakt writes poetry in New Jersey. She has published three poems in Worksheets. Her previous poems in The New Verse News are "Teach to the Test," "Caught in Between," "Not in Our Star...," "Believing is Seeing," and "The Original Truman Show."
