Ado about Politics

 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?