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    A scoundrel’s sycophants now stand aggrieved.
    Though sufficiently forewarned and not deceived.
    But wetted for the spoils,
    never mind the nation’s spirit soils.
    Sought darker brothers to be hated.
    Cried out to see their nation gated.
    Careless of their xenophobic sins.
    And the miscreants within.
    Alas, brittle barbs precede dispatch.
    When someone finally strikes a match...

  • #2
    Wow, I loved it, I am captivated. Strong beginning. Social critique, which I wonder what else is beneath. Thanks for this, connected personally. Peace Dwayne, take care

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    • DWAYNE
      DWAYNE commented
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      Thanks.

      We need to start critiquing our own decisions.
      What we accept, and how that reflects upon us.

  • #3
    Hello Dwayne. The burning fuse and not a word was spoken until the big bang, too late for words. An excellent poem. Fond regards, Tony.

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    • DWAYNE
      DWAYNE commented
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      I pray it is not too late!

  • #4
    Very vivid when someone finally strikes a match.

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