Holy Goats

The spring is turning into summer cool.
The talk is of elections and of votes
In politics, hot venom seems to rule

Where is he, the long  lost holy fool
What  is it his absence now denotes
The spring is turning into summer cool.

I see the pansies, purple as my jewels
The cat has shed his heavy winter coat
In politics, hot venom seems to rule

I  find the candidates talk long and cruel
The rich are pandered to  like holy goats
The spring is turning into summer cool.

The lack of choice and principle adds fuel.
For Syrian,s life is hell, it’s not remote
For  warmongers, hot venom seems to rule

For any point of view, there is a quote.
I have many cruel to annotate.
The heart evaporates  as devils brawl
In politics, hot venom  torments  all