Ode to the Chiefs, Editorial

Dear Hunt Family’s Chiefs,

Fools are we

To give to thee

Gold that is ours

To quench thy desires

Of padding thy bottom line?

How can it be

One set of rules for thee

Yet another for folks like me?

No other could dare to ask

For WELFARE so vast.

Did not thy wealth

Enable the stealth,

Or greased the skids,

That kept the lid

On a project so HUGE?

So, at the call of the city

Showing no thought, no pity,

In giving we peons public notice,

Normally 10 days to publicly post it,

But for thee, near only three!!!

In the city’s chambers,

Tuesday, February 3rd

Thy servant will attend

And with thee, pretend

Words uttered will have weight.

For we All know

Behind closed doors

Thy minions secured

Through tales of VAST revenue, lured…

Our elected ones, now owned by thee?

To other peons reading my poem

Please do not leave me alone

To address Olathe’s City Council

6:00 p.m., even though it’s a hassle,

at 100 East Santa Fe Street.

Thy Faithful Servant,

Charlotte O’Hara

Candidate for Governor of Kansas