In the myst, where time stood still,\u00a0\u00a0
In serene harmony with nature,
Lived a tribe of Neanderthal,\u00a0\u00a0
Our prehistoric, ancient nurture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A society of hunters and gatherers,\u00a0\u00a0
They lived a simple life of bliss:\u00a0\u00a0
They hunted bison and speared fish,\u00a0\u00a0
Survived from earth’s fruit and hunted dish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once, the tribe had come to light,\u00a0\u00a0
Of politicians, great and bright,\u00a0\u00a0
The greatest of our liberal minds,\u00a0\u00a0
Who protect the weak, and foster rights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A boy named Kreigh, a Neanderthal scout,\u00a0\u00a0
Of stature short, yet strong and stout,\u00a0\u00a0
His eyes shone bright from underneath\u00a0\u00a0
His forehead and the brow ridges of his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Party gathered members thought,\u00a0\u00a0
Of minds, endowed with wisdom lot,\u00a0\u00a0
They polled and rallied, discussed and fought \u2013\u00a0\u00a0
So that Kreigh they could promote.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some preached: “Neanderthals are smart”;\u00a0\u00a0
The “LGBTQ For Neanderthals” also took part;\u00a0\u00a0
Then there was something even better:\u00a0\u00a0
The “Neanderthal Lives: They Also Matter!”
And so, our Kreigh, a gentle lad,\u00a0\u00a0
Had country almost torn apart;\u00a0\u00a0
But when dust settled, morals soared:\u00a0\u00a0
The democratic harmony was restored!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They sent Kreigh to study Law,\u00a0\u00a0
His sponsors helped him \u2013 high and low.\u00a0\u00a0
Then on to the highest political game,\u00a0\u00a0
The sponsors propelled him just the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so, we have a senator Kreigh,\u00a0\u00a0
A proud representative of a minority high,\u00a0\u00a0
Of Neanderthal roots, yet educated,\u00a0\u00a0
Holds a post high and sophisticated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soon an election is in the air,\u00a0\u00a0
The trusty sponsors, always there;\u00a0\u00a0
They poll, and lobby, and preach so grand,\u00a0\u00a0
Promise nirvana to folks of the land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then God behold: our Neanderthal lad\u00a0\u00a0
Is now the president of the land!\u00a0\u00a0
Alas, inside, in privacy deep,\u00a0\u00a0
Kreigh is still missing his tribal keep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His tribal ways, never abandoned,
His office felt so foreignly condoned,
Decisions are tough, but not to worry:
The sponsors will help with any story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Progress forward and upward, sky is the limit,
No price too high, no law can constrain it,
The laws will adapt to the much needed change,
With paradigm shifts, cavemen entrenched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And what of the sponsors, how do they exist?
Hunting buffalo, spearing fish to subsist?
Do they enjoy the rustic charm,\u00a0
Of life in caves, far from luxury’s harm?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When merit is not given care,
Do not complain of fate you share!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Paul Pinkhasik, July 18, 2024<\/p>\n\n\n\n
illustration by DALL-E<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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