By Jorge J. Torres Jr.

 

Submerged in Earth,

Where it lay

Growing, growing, growing

For that great day

 

Though it died

It gave good fruit.

 

There it went, on its way,

Incased with security

It entered the bay.

 

Days came, Days went,

Nights scheduled, Nights planned,

Breaking the line

Where it was banned.

 

Through and Through

It fell asunder

Evil?s offspring was on its way

 

It rolled from hands to head,

It?s not a poison they said.

 

Between the skull

That wretched germ lay

 

Dreams and hope

Now decay.

Ward politics is the Devil's key to the soul of the city council.  It is how some council members got themselves in trouble in the past.  It is the bait that will get others in trouble in the future. 4/6/8