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The Games Begin

 

 

Don’t believe the hype of a crushing defeat,
We all love it, but too much isn’t good for you,
Plan for the inevitable annihilation,
Making many practice runs before deemed safe,
Everyone judging, not sure who is who,
Push on unflinching to the end,
Rear this fledgeling ramshackle,
Eager to serve, flatter to deceive,
They’re tanks on our lawns, land forth on the sand,
Covertly, knowledgeable about each of them,
Sit tight, show no weakness,
The trap of their praise best untrusting.

 

 

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4 Comments

    • Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed. Not everyone gets what I am trying to do.

  1. Thanks so much. This is from a series of interlinked poems. The series is called ‘A Parody of Political Power’.

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