Politicians: A poem 

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Waft like a feather 

Fall like a stone 

Change like the weather 

Be a hypocrite to the bone 

They can steal from shadows 

They can break in through windows 

They can mince words 

And gift you the absurd 

They can lie and they can deign 

They can beguile and they can feign 

They can make a perfect virtue 

of honesty split in two 

Gravestones are cut with epitaphs 

in lines of dignity 

But death carries graphs 

with no impunity 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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