Monday, May 27, 2013

 Voice of Dissension

Woe to those who plunder thee
for if it not be for the mass
there be not the successor.

Politics I say is the threshold of fire
One with disguised ire
Walking on pyre
Trailing wounds that bleed
and charred remains
The debate encounter a winner
who deludes the forsaken.

Shall we say that perhaps
Politics blindly faces chagrin of displeasure
only to have them be made into
a verbal encounter
one where the silent cannot
gain a winner.

Politics waylays those roused from slumber
and delights in a show of a common agenda.

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