Villanelle: Envy Or Disdain Which the Slave-Master of Pain
Villanelle: Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Life is an arrow stuck in the flesh - ask not WHY nor WHEREFROM, made of WHAT nor HOW
just tend to the wound.
THE BUDDHA, the Enlightened ONE
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Yet the many dote on the media-made stars
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
The secret of success lies in bearing with bane
Every ego seeks to exact lost largesse wars
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Disdain’s the god-daughter of envy when inane
Everything serves to mask one’s failed hard-worked chores
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
Disdain feeds on high gnarled puritain racial gain
Such egos as stand not other ethnic higher scores
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Can the State be envious of Citizen Kane
Or just the giant voice on radio Star Wars
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
Would the Enlightened One deem today’s scene stark vain
Is the wound self-inflicted or caused by our stars
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017
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