The Stench of Desperation
Sycophants and liars writ large across the news
Spitting bile and venom at any other views
Never mind the truth, never mind what's right,
Never mind the dying, just ignore the blight
Anything for power never mind how low it goes
Blind to covid corpses laying out in rows,
Charlatans at best, snouts deep in the trough
Oop's, watch out their leader's caught a little cough
Yet still the little piggies wallow in denial,
"It's nothing serious," (forcing out a smile)
Clinging on to power whilst in their dying throes,
The stench of desperation, lingers on their clothes.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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