Politics Ii

Politics, a kind of game of shame, Pulling each other's legs the sole aim, An odd set of raiders, Not team, self defenders, Game lost, there begins a game of blame. A man in sixties is budding youth, Prejudice mistaken be for truth, All passion no reason, Treason has no season, Black's new white, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. An honest upright no more gets sought, Deceitful readily sold and bought, All devil's advocates, All Machiavellian mates, What's nation's honour if need be fought? He goes far and wide his chair to keep, Drink of disgrace with rivals to sip, To pose as patriot In wildest dreams he's not, No border he finds too tall to leap. _________________________________________________ Keeping in mind the subject matter this piece is set in a Limerick form, a set of four. _________________________________________________ Reflections | 05.01.2018 |