As this lockdown in India is now getting mired in all colors of politics, we see sycophants rearing their ugly heads across the political spectrum - left - right - center - everything in between. This was the time to show some solidarity and display a broad political consensus. May be every democracy deserves the masters and media, it gets. Today, I try my hand at free verse. I tried to write a poem, but couldn't get a rhythm or a pattern. So free verse it is. On sycophants!
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Poem : Sycophants
She was the perfect one,
Head bowed down,
Tongue always sweet,
As the master appeared,
Hands folded to greet!
She was the perfect one,
Lying prostrate,
Saying things great,
As the master appeared,
Call him handsome,
Ignore his bald pate!
She was the perfect one,
Approve of his scary plan,
Order the genocide,
Without batting an eyelid,
Annihilate the entire grid,
As the master appeared,
Call it a collateral damage,
Praise what he did!
She was the perfect one,
A woman in pants,
Politician's aide,
Perfect among all his sycophants!
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My theme for this year's #AtoZchallenge is Lock-down Blues. I intend to write and talk about how I deal with it, what it inspires me to read or watch or any aspect of it which fascinates me. You can read the theme reveal post here.
Previous Challenges : Letter S
4 comments:
Who is your sycophant??
Ishwinder - Thankfully and hopefully no one.
you penned that with just the right emphasis.
There's a
downturn as it goes along.
https://moondustwriter.com/2020/04/22/time-goes-too-fast-elderlyissues-atozchallenge-photography-poetry/
Thanks vesseys ☺️
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