by Dahey Sangno, 2011
Of politics
Perverted, Machiavellian kind:
Cunning, duplicity, without ethics.
A cursed power chair as the motive behind.
Virtue, justice, morality all dead to
greed’s knife.
Opportunism, phony warmth, hugs and blarney
rife.
Of Backstabbing
From Brutus within; foe’s fangs bared
No eternal enmity, no friendship everlasting.
Politics’ polychromatic faces only devils
cared.
Past’s foes today’s friends, the morrow’s
unknown
Their smiles, greets and veneration all fake
renown.
Of propaganda
By the merchants of hatred
Truth obnoxiously distorted to dander.
For petty, ephemeral gains, ploys varied.
Counter-ploys fired from other’s shoulders.
Anarchy breaks hell loose, social bond moulders.
Of Gratefulness
That is uncommon to them.
Amnesiac to past favours is shamelessness.
Spiting on plates where served is not condemned.
Here, disloyalty is hailed like David’s
heroic feats.
Politics’ unconscionable Uncle Toms, like
this, get noticed.
Of
Power
Gained from venality’s wealth,
Or Kalashnikov’s muzzles in the ‘right
hour.’
The morbid fear of being unseated is by them
felt.
It is survival of the shrewdest in
politics’ Darwinism.
No kinship and no friendship. Or is it
political cannibalism?
