Poets And Politicians - Iii

Whatso might be, let not your bet Be with politician nor yet poet, With no'ne can world be in safe hand; One, a presumed patriot be, In truth, a friend nor yet an enemy, Poet seem to lament a lot, can't mend. Scoundrels they say may have their use, Of whom, pours a virtual deluge, People by and large seek refuge In both— poets whilst in their Muse, Yet, whatso can be used can be abused, Beware of either one if scorned, refused. One thinks no farther than next poll, Still shorter can be poet's span— Next line— which once writ he shifts goal, Yet, their vision larger may pan; Love them or hate to suit your mood, Get used to, both are here for good! And both wordsmiths are in my norm, Both in search of a brave platform, Keeping close to his nation's flag One talks of people and nation, His eye affixed firmly on to vote bag, His friend's fond of exuding false passion. A wordsmith calls him a Wordsworth— Not just in humour or light mirth, At lit-fests, now dozen a dime, Provide a fair platform well worth, And his perfume spreads pretty in prime time, Neither needs reasons nor yet a good rhyme. ____________________________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek | 04.10.13 |