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Patrick Edwards Poem
The restaurant was a sight to behold,
Elegant patrons, in dinner attire, stories untold.
The air was filled with a medley of scents,
Osmosis of fragrances, a sensory experience.
They were a class of society elite,
Top business leaders, their wealth replete.
Glasses raised high, in a toast to their success,
Compliments and laughter, the hall a-buzz.
It was a celebration for the political class,
A concluded election, a victory amassed.
The party leader stood to introduce the fare,
Words spoken, my understanding, a rare.
"My favorite dish, and by special request," he said,
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, ignorant specials."
Applause erupted, waiters on standby, ready to serve,
Sounds of merriment, the clink of cutlery, all observe.
But something strange was happening at table seven,
Coughing, chaos, no waiters to be seen.
Someone shouted, "We've been poisoned!" Panic set in,
Doors locked, a setup, no way to win.
A glass of whiskey accidentally spilled,
Candles set alight, the fire quickly filled.
Tragically, all were burnt beyond recognition,
The fire service arrived, but no water, a cruel imposition.
The party chairman had denied funds,
For this area, due to election results, not fond.
Instead, he'd built malls and shops for party loyalists,
All now trapped in the fire, a terrible twist.
Investigations revealed a note, left deliberately,
"We served you what you've been serving us," it read clearly.
A stark reminder of the consequences of ignorance,
And the price paid, for serving such a dish, a persistence.
Copyright © Patrick Edwards | Year Posted 2023
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