Sonnet- The Wily World

Enthroned and given power, when you are, They come the rascals, scoundrels, one by one! Saluting bringing gifts and talking fair; To get their selfish favors, slyly done. They were your real foes at earlier times; Gossiping, gathering information; When good fortune now favorably chimes, They come with bouquets, congratulations! The Wolves have shed their sheepskin camouflage! The sheep can graze without much danger now; Their wickedness now runs in metre-guage! They hesitate to never bend or bow. This is the kind of world, we live in! A world of shamelessness and mortal sin.