COVID19 And The Man

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