COVID19 And The Man
Apr 25, 2024
The toll keeps going up. And he remains
Silent. The murderous sphinx, his cursed lips
Still, deaf, dumb, save for the red stains
Of sanctimony that his each word drips.
All he knows is lies, perjuring his way,
His cozener’s path, through truth’s soft tissue
Rending it until is a forlorn stray
Starving, whining, kicked and stoned. The issue
Now is in a cold hell, where a bully
Rattles arms for a welcome distraction
And the prattling knave answers that fully
With bluff, lies and traitorous inaction.
Vandal of decency. Champion bigot.
Cry beloved country! This is your lot.
©Pandrang Row