Luck of the draw (The
melting pot)
If all stories were put
into a pot
And, as in a raffle, we
each picked one,
Then yours is a truly
sinister plot;
Full of ambition; of
empathy; none.
No compassionate message;
no insight;
No conclusion but the sum
of all fears;
Humanity in you has taken
flight
And left you standing in
front of your peers.
Peers! With what group do you identify?
Your policy is simply
biding time;
And your politics are a
great big lie
That people believe as I write this rhyme.
The truth is; you’ve
really nothing to say,
Yet millions heed as you
blabber away.
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