Morning news, the ongoing chatter,
Lies, war, threats, ego inflated.
A strutting popinjay* off key,
The naive base, fascinated.
What do I hear, that they don’t hear
Big talk, not lacking vanity?
The truth turned into murky fog?
Malignant power: insanity!
Do we like the song they’re playing,
Within the notes bold lies entwined.
Yes we all hear the skipping reels,
of arrogance; blind leading blind.
Reflect now on where we’re headed,
Step light behind behind what seems unfit,
A wise old proverb comes to mind,
“Restless feet may walk into a snake pit.
* popinjay.....a vain or conceited person, especially one who behaves extravagantly.
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Author:
sarahlynne (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2020 10:16
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Fascinating read about contemporary politics. A certain president comes to mind. The blind man leading those who will not see. Thank goodness he isn't a dictator. But prepare for repercussions to his actions.
A good fun read.
Thank you for the read and thoughts on Restless Feet!
Wow... I shall keep a look out for those snake pits!
Great stuff!
Wry smile....yes one must always be aware of the snake pits...thank you for reading!
Thanks Sarahlynne,
A wonderful write
Keep writing FineB
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