“ A Heritage ” ~ lost in translation ~

 

Born of a heritage

Said honourable,

Till left in a state

Of lost in translation,

Thus held in bondage

As easily manipulable,

For malicious consent

By malcontents

Of adverse adage,

Who’d force feed

The weak-kneed

Their ever-vile style

Of poutine national ism,

As this radical breed

Act out their roles,

That sews divisive seed

Of political looters,

To satisfy greed’s need

That exclude all others

Not of a heritage

Lost in translation!

 

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“ Of Politicos ” ~ on second thought ~

 

Think ad infinitum

Ergo said gong,

Creates a sound

Seems without end,

That same old song

Played then again,

Ad nauseam long

Endlessly bound

To but so plague,

As Mephistophelian

And always vague,  

On second thought

Echoes of politicos!

 

“ Promises, Promises ” ~ promises broken ~

 

Promises offered

In recycled words,

Feeding the coffers

Favours man’s fate,

Ever so vacant

It borders absurd,

Promises given

Intended to serve

Man’s coveted state,

His hidden agenda

Naively taken

Tho much at stake,

Promises broken

Even a covenant

Absent of honour,

Integrally crippled,

And ever so empty

Save otiose drivel,

Promises, promises

Of dubious solve,

Or dark that evolves,

Having less measure

Than pie in the sky,

Sadly quite void

Of substance to fly!