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belligerent

#fowc #belligerent

Statesmen like ? hardly

sat by his plinth, like

someone had confiscated his toy basket

all they wanted, was the facts

all they got was bluster to the max

as the virus spreaded, and reacts

reports he wasn’t listening to

positions he stuck himself like glue

his collegues wandering what to do ?

Till one day he took to bed,

and had to listen to what the doctors said,

deputy took charge, and up to bed, he fled.

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Poetry

Chaotic

Chaotic

for forty-eight hours, over five continents

the papers took flight across trading floors

stockbrokers cried and markets Dived

as crestfallen bankers canived

to excuse themselves

from their own mess

 

Politico’s too – stuck together like glue

“not just my fault – its yours too!”

figures tumbled, continuing drop

till the moment – the marker stopped

chaos created by an aspect of greed

you have to ask – was there a need?