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. ___________________________________________ Keeping in mind the light-weight subject matter of politics, this piece is set in a set of four Limericks. Reflections | 05.01.2018 |