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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them they live on toxic farm land - succeeds in striking fear
Cutting ties they sob in sorrow - selling up farmland they hold dear

His visions now come to fruition he's the land owner for miles around
Success surpasses his wildest dreams and exuberance exceeds all bounds
Amazed at peoples gullibility of seeing things in black and white
To his personal sins of omission he’s dispassionate in his sight

An affluent developer now more ill-gotten gains then he’s ever dreamed
Blinded to his own appalling self-deception - so steeped in what he’s schemed
No compunction or scruples - not one bit - despair and heartbreak left in his wake
Let the ignorant be blissfully blind in their slumber - best not to awake

In his haste to erect complexes cheap materials he substitutes
Waterways became fast dumping grounds which he so stealthily pollutes
Disregard of public health - quick profits so enticing within his reach
Indifferent to the major far reaching consequences of his breach

For many long years living the shallow life of Carpe diem excites
Till one day to the bafflement of all sickness in the town strikes
The most vulnerable of them the children the first to get ill
Professionals get summoned and asked the causes and will it kill?

He looks to the skies, resolve of the issue seeks heavenly help.
But the lie that he has so blatantly spread has manifested itself
The toxicity is in the water - results of the tests come back to haunt
Karma has a way of working in circles and returning to taunt

Overnight he is a ruined man worried people flee in droves
Bad news has a way of travelling fast as awareness grows
At his shame people scornfully laugh no matter where he goes
Looking to the Universe - in desperation he implores

It speaks to him in soulful whispers to make Right a Wrong
Enthusiasm at first to do so dies before too long
To go out in all humbleness and preach elicits doubt
Tortured fears of inadequacy germinate and sprout

His own fears his incompetence returns in falling tears
A difference he could make by standing up to his fears
Baring his soul can he reveal the folly of his life?
But his courage deserts him - as for resolve - it takes flight

Past youthful dreams and hopes like recurring tunes maddeningly play
Lies of yesterday ricochet - becoming his life’s regret today
Magnitude of taking innocent lives is now his daily burden
Now he faces his ultimate challenge before the final curtain

One last thing before he dies perhaps a truthful book he will write
Of his mistakes accept blame and confess to show he is contrite
Perhaps through his repentance consolation to his soul will give
Deaths parting gift to humanity be absolved as they live and forgive

Synopsis of Song ‘I Started A Joke’:

Written by Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb the song is supposedly about someone who has done or said something horribly wrong, which results in feelings of social alienation. Robin Gibb talked in 2009 about "I Started a Joke". The listeners have to interpret it themselves, trying to explain it would detract from the song" The hauntingly beautiful melody brings the ballad up to one of the top 2 or 3 songs that the Bee Gees have ever written.

Above example for ‘I Started a Joke Contest’

POTD 21 November 2017
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