Magpie Tales 184: Out On A Limb? A Political Comment

on human rights, 

doves of peace,

and hypocrisy

cow shit fertilizing the 

garden 

does not equate 

blossoms 

on the moral high road. 

sit high and observe. 

pontificate. 

tighten your thorny 

halo. 

wear it as a 

crown. 

pretend to feed the 

masses

with seeds of piecemeal 

hope

on ethnocentric rendering.

climb the 

high mountain.

swim the 

deep ocean. 

shoot the 

cosmos stars.

win 

hearts and minds.

when tilling 

the garden 

consider: 

moral high roads 

are constructs of 

intellectual relativity. 

cow shit 

holds

its own rewards. 

Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker 

Photo by Jeanie Tomanek shared by Tess Kincaid.