VOLTE-FACE

It is that time once again


When truth becomes a virtue none of them will display

When societal ill would be pandered at roof tops

And those seeking elective office would become endearingly

Reborn and untainted and not be judged by what they should have but didn’t do



Time like no other time over again

When acidly tacit tongues are let loose

When clod of vomits are let to rain

And the banished and tarnished regain spirit

To unleash and light the fire of rancour



Inevitably so it must be

That the red lights must colour the clean water crimson

That victory dance would accompany touch of political dearth

That the cholesterol heart must breed more

And that the chaos and confusion must be hailed as due process



And by the time the deed is done

When the virtuous are beaten, rattled and weary

Their shoulder limpidly made bare in rags

Thinking thing cannot get worse

It would be time upon them to start all over once again

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