Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand,
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
(W.H. Auden)
4 comments:
Time to ride the wave back to normality, told you it would be short lived..here is my little rhyme.
*From west to east they shall fall..the evil enablers of the weak minded...their grip broken...their influence gone.
Almost Nostradamus like there! :)
You so belong in the 50s Spiteri....
Hee kids, kids. Play nice.
If you can elaborate on that comment that would make it a little more constructive a criticism.
You calling the majority of well educated, white collar workers who give this country so much more than your typical labor voter backwards?
I belong to now...just like you do..difference is always that I can accept the other side of the argument (with a little back and forth to make it interesting).
How boring would it be if everyone conformed to one train of thought?
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