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Artist unkown.
Kiss the Ring
‘Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful.’ – Molly Ivins
don’t believe the many bots
dripping fermented honey
extolling the clown’s virtues
Gaza graveyards bid sunny
an emperor without clothing
dressed in naked ignorance
his vitriolic poison spewed
golden statues at the entrance
undercurrents of the morally corrupt
tables laid in great halls of fame
the silver gleams; imitations on the walls
of imagined ancestors – all the same
guests dressed in penguin suits
the matching red ties like the blood
of their foe in some computer game
a victory claimed, I never understood
kiss the ring of the king as he howls
the laughter echoes in the beggar’s bowl
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