Ivory Birds

Ivory Birds

See the ideological martyrs that point at others

They intone it’s a way of life or philosophy or some other

They declare how they’re decent and rare

That their fellow adherents have little to share

Standards are theirs and they’ll not accept critic, how dare!

But the Nation’s not a monolithic stare

Thoughts and emotions driven by before and after care

Raised anger is not likely to get them there

The arrogance rises and proportionately they risk nothing

For they sit in their ivory towers or bunkers screaming

Not for them is the nakedness of political screening

Never will they venture and take the real test of voter vetting

They’re a voice heard preaching all safe secretly stowed

They write books proclaiming they’re all “knowed”

They sit pontificating on television preening, croaking like toads

Just several are beloved truth birds, the rest sanctimonious Ivory Birds