Game of Clones
Another puppet government,
strings attached gone
Proxy power given to the corrupt —
a foreign gameplan
played wrong
The latest Queen gambit
was an Old World maneuver, with
a neo-Roman tale spin
Place scepter power in a dummy hand;
textbook Machiavellian,
marionette Afghan
Next to sit on the pyrite throne
be the Taliban
Pass the fools gold goblet
unto the next Caligula tongue
Watch them get drunk on the power
of the grapes of wrath wrung
The deposed rulers were told
that Democracy
was an alchemy elixir
If poured ethnic nitro right
But free market motives
get blown to hell
When the assimilation potion is given
an unbalanced mixture sleight
Taste American prohibition,
drink deep that Liberty sour whiskey
Repealed smuggler mission,
promises made with a slurred speech
Who will be the next in line,
to sit on a shadow throne?
Cut from a Pinocchio design,
cast in the Game of Clones
When their lying power is spent,
and the subtil scepter is pawn passed on
A mirror image pod replacement
will speak in the same surreptitious tone
08-17-21
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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