Vetting Fraud

Ignored to accept,
A vetting of fraudulent activities overlooked.
Has a purpose and reason to deceive,
The people to believe...
Those unqualified to lead,
In positions to make leadership decisions...
Representing them and their constituents,
Are above and beyond scrutiny.
With a doing to be picked to sit,
For a power to get and control over...
The rising of ethnic diversity.
Done to do with this hoped to remove,
A revealing of truth.
That has begun to diminish an image.
Kept incompetently to delude and fiction...
A fantasized reality.
Exposed more and more to show...
The lack of common sense.
And the tolerance of status quo ignorance,
Has now become a reflection normalized...
In the halls of justice.
Publicly observed to witness...
Who it is assigned to destroy,
A quality of life to determine and choose...
Does not reflect,
Their interpretation of democracy.
Their own ancestors throughout history,
Have re-written to fraud...
Contributions made by others,
To claim as theirs to have made.
Done to teach to have believed for centuries!

'And...
Just where are you getting,
These myths you spew?'

'I am not a spewer of myths.
Although I must admit this...
My fingerprints,
May not be the only ones found...
While searching through and around,
The archives.
Gathering dust in libraries.
And easily to find for anyone not blind.
Or brave enough to confess,
The limits of their illiteracy.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I'm just saying...
You can't judge a book by its cover.
I have had more meaningful conversations,
With those more knowledgeable...
About the World we live in.
Panhandling on street corners.
Than I have with those,
I assumed were highly intelligent.
And sat in positions in their own City Hall...
Yet couldn't tell me,
Where I could find the Vital Statistics Office.
Only to discover,
They had no idea what Vital Statistics meant.
And...
Had been sent to them by a panhandler!!
While discussing how people,
Judge others by appearances.'

'So...
What then did you do?'

'I handed that dude five dollars.
For the conversation and advice he gave.
And he pulled out of his pocket,
A fist full of ten dollar bills.
To say to me,
He didn't have change.
I told him to keep it for coffee or whatever!'