T Wignesan Poet Villanelle

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

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Silent One November 18, 2017 at 11:54 AM You are so right in your philosophical write.. Sadly some are lost to their ego.. T Wignesan November 18, 2017 at 11:52 PM Hullo & Bonjour My Cricketing Partner! It'll be nice if I knew WHO I was bowling to... I spin leg-breaks not too often on the off-side for the damned lazy feckless slip-fielders drop too many of my balls that nick bats and gloves. Just for your info: trying to do the same with my words in the soup. Thanks for catching some. OUT! Even if umpires go to sleep misreading the spin!