The mighty God
By divine hand
Beams us His blessings
From the heavens above
That they can warm our hearts
And drive out all those bad airs
Back to him for incineration
Before He can beam us
Another dose again
In answer to our daily prayer -
And,
Before those bad airs
Can get up to him
The rogue politicians
Trap them in the atmosphere
And bounce them
Back to us again
To play havoc
With our mental climates
Reducing us
To their fools
And utterers of hate speech.
2 comments:
A good poem,that summaries it all, a poisoned political atmosphere. I did not know you were also a poet.
Oh Saru I write everything. This is the sign of a very lazy guy hey?
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