Destroy a man, you can’t defeat
But a martyr, is a, bigger ‘bane’
For a state, run by, and for deceit
Truth is, a juggernaut, hard to contain!
How butchery, became, a ‘benign fist-fight’
Ask MBS, POTUS… et al.
Can lie swap, a truth, you indict
In the, pious court, of ‘Prince-Fatale’!
‘State’ is, an invented, treachery
For the fortunes, of those, chosen few
Who sell puffery, that ‘folks are free’
Whilst tethered, to nation’s, vain virtue!
‘Angels’ know well, where to, hide their sins
When yes-men, are there, to take their toll
This world runs, by and for, kingpins
Who sell, their nation’s soul, For Whom The Heads Roll !!!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra