Pawns Play
Pawns play
Two accidents in Queensland
reminder to two pawns,
both owned by the super rich
two crawlers had been warned,
to change their ways to good of will,
stop persecuting their brother/sister till,
not be so paltry, reject still,
the evil of their master.
Fair play is no disaster.
Or is nastiness really your will,
‘Sow then of course you’ll reap,’
The master’s lies, are for the dills,
The downward path you keep,
So just keep on slip a sliding,
10,000 public servants sacked,
no black hole said Costello,
the half grin smile on the dial,
but relatives get work backing.
This no surprise?
Conflict of interest, changes the law,
The leader owns, but he wants more,
Corruption coming Fitzgerald saw,
The rules are there for writing.
Some fool, the self is lighting,
fire of subtle judgement score,
Igniting.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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