A Game of Shame
Politics, pulling-of-lame-legs game,
To shame the knee-jerk rivals its aim,
An odd set of raiders
All— no team-defenders,
Game lost, and begins a game of blame.
A man in sixties’ a budding youth,
Prejudice passes off as pure truth,
All passion sans reason,
Treason a sole season,
Black seems white, eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
An honest upright bloke’s seldom sought,
But bag-load of deceitful are bought,
Devil's advocates all,
Machiavellian no small,
Nation's name to this lot matters not.
One that fights any length, chair to flip,
A brew of disgrace with foes to sip,
Patriotism to him
A distant way-lost dream,
Man all that till no field, but just reap.
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Keeping in mind the light-weight subject matter of politics, this piece is set in a set of four Limericks.
Reflections | 05.01.2018 |
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