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(This was contributed to a weekly meeting of the “Hinckley Scribblers” writers group, for which the theme on this occasion was “A pocketful of …)
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Everything you came to love
So freely bought and sold
An easy life, dependent on
A pocketful of gold
A world of privilege and greed
Was yours from earliest youth
You never knew the contents of
A pocketful of truth
You opened wide your gaping maw
From which came – no surprise –
The latest mad extraction from
Your pocketful of lies
You sought to foment seismic change
And make your country great
But deeply thrust your hand inside
A pocketful of hate
What you dislike’s condemned as fake
You guess this makes you strong
But only adds more substance to
Your pocketful of wrong
Your moral baseness further dips
With each offensive tweet
And yet more shame augments what’s in
Your pocket of deceit
All decent folk desire that you
Will not achieve your goals
Each decanted safely in
A pocketful of holes.
Excellent. I guess it was written with current POTUS in mind but i think it fits every politician and so-called world leader nowadays.
Yes – the inspiration is not difficult to guess! And as you say, the general principles could apply more widely!
Maybe the cold December days are affecting my mood but the poem actually made me very sad. With so much power, resources and wealth at your disposal and to completely lack the capability of doing anything good or worthwhile. (And I don’t mean just the POTUS)
Interesting poem I can guess who the subject is… perhaps.
I’ll admit that the disguise is fairly thin!
Nicely crafted, and aptly pointed!