The Way

The way, say the politicians, is the norm The way is the one All politicians obey Tomorrow,yesterday and today. The way, says the father to his son: As I have now warn It is a grave repercussion Under the sun. The lad consciously yawn Up his nose to such notion, The way is a wind blowing across now generation. The way, says a lover to an opposite sex Whispering low yet uttering nothing: The way always makes me look good in your eyes, And to have the way to your within. The way, says a lawyer as he expounded and assailed Expertly bouncing up and down, the Judge enthralled The way is what my law books is about The way let me explain it once more, I submit; The way is arguing the case beyond reasonable doubt. The way, says the president is labouring the masses to task Sacrifice now and enjoy later, I ask, While bestriding colossus resources, he bask Amazing the vault in deceptive mask. Yet the writers write The way is neither wrong nor right, Enflamed in imagination so fecund The way make the world go round; No matter how they concoct the story, The villain always got himself sorry. The way, the preacher bay Is like Balaam’s Donkey that bray To an Angel out of the way, Your sin is out weigh By guilt on what I say, I am heavenly don’t be dismay. Yet others say, they hate the way Others say, they can’t live in such a way, Others say, others say The way rule the world any way, The way is the way. {The Way is adaptation of W.H Auden's Law Like Love}