Claude Mayers joins the fearless ranks of Yevtushenko, Neruda, Pasolini, among others, daring to bear Poetry into the realm of Politics. 

In a world gone intellectually and morally berserk, Claude Mayers, with his startling and sometimes outrageous word-play, deconstructs and lampoons but above all perceives that which the rest of us miss, telling us, no, shouting at us: Look here! Isn't this sad/joyous/ridiculous/beautiful/oddball/fun?