Where Are All The Grassy Knolls When You Really Need One
His exit, from the world stage, was more
of a fall from grace
without a single sympathetic ripple but
much rapturous applause ..
Some words you see, speak for themselves ..
Much like certain dictators,
liars and clowns do, but hey, get this, he was
far too busy redesigning
the truth and opposing reality to notice how
fast the tide of opinion was
swiftly turning against him, yet still, it was a
combination of the swell
and the backwash, that eventually took him,
plus his cronies out in the end ..
Which incidentally folks, along with all those
mammoth presidential lies
of his and their collective absurdity, amount
to nothing less than gross
universal war crimes against the better half
of humanity .. Not to mention,
the complete disregard, for any rights, needs
or beliefs of all those others
both on and off camera, whose bodies now
lay littered and strewn around
for the whole world to see in a cage without
obvious boundaries or bars to
contain any of their ridiculed collective ego’s ..
But then, me writing about
that slime ball won’t save lives or really change
anything at all, except maybe
the way I feel about my own integrity or perhaps,
ease my conscience a little ..
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not everyone is gonna like this .. I can accept that, but it don't make it wrong though & I pity them 🤍
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- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence, Doggerel Dave, Cheeky Missy
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Years ago I had hero leaders that I admired. Washington, Lincoln, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, on and on but as I got to know the lives of each I found a balance just as bad as the good. Now I wonder if somehow in the murderer's and rapists I have known if there is something as good that balances that bad. Time will tell. I worry about a rash and impulsive man with too much power. It has happened before with bad consequences for many. I hope that history will tell us something different than what the present seems.
I hope so too .. 👍
But there are a dime a dozen Lee Harvey’s out there it appears… power play has pawns and kingmakers galore, sadly… we are slipping back into the mediaeval period 🙏🏻🕊
I think slipped is the operative word .. but cheers arqios .. Neville
Ah, by that token I was hoping against hope for the situation to be salvaged. But you are correct. How now to keep calm and to carry on… 🙏🏻🕊
The epitome of power gone mad, a complete raving dangerous self obsessed lunatic, loved the write, completely agree
I am delighted we share similar values my friend .. thank you so much for the supporting statement .. Neville
You are very welcome
A wholly cogent, powerful rant which got me going in all the right places. Many many thanks Neville.
Many thanks for the thumbs up Dave .. 😎👍
Well written,Neville,Your poem addresses themes of moral decay and the consequences of power and dishonesty, particularly in the context of political leadership. It reflects on the fall of a figure who has manipulated truth and reality, drawing parallels to dictators and corrupt leaders.
Thank you my friend I am most grateful to you for visiting this little scribble and the encouraging message you left for me .. Neville
Ahh, a poem about KP and the way she treats me - heehee. I knew I wouldn't get the true meaning, if there's anything even slightly cryptic in the poem. lol
At least I tried ..
Powerful work, my friend.
Thanks Thomas .. I am conscious of the fact that this could have gone down the wrong way .. so am glad of the 👍
Very true words Neville, what is happening to our world.
Andy
Wish I knew .. thanks tho for checking in here and checking out my little scribble .. Neville
I give up on figuring out this tidy little riddle against some leading character in a drama and state which owns presidents, fascinated by your rendering, though. Tendered beautifully with excellent imagery and a keenly haunting poignancy, thank you for sharing.
I doubt I could have been any more explicit without the secret police (those in his pocket) drawing a bead on me .. Cheers tho' Missy .. Neville
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