Terry D. Sutherland


We see some through majestic eyes
Whose empathetic shell
Disguises how they really lie
As they ring their selfless bell

Some grant a fleeting glance
Of what they are really made
Should you see by chance
How they made the grade

So often you see the fluff
Not the true deceit
You think they are made of stuff
Of one you’d like to meet

Senescing those who are the like
A gut feeling you know well
Avoid them before they strike
And catch you in their swell

This lesson is learned more often
During election time
When campaigns likely soften
The questioning normal mind