Will Work Away

 What a beautiful Smiling reception He received.

He deserved it after the work they’d put him through -

it was all true - everything.

He’d started from scratch,

risen up through the dangers of life in the urban underworld,

'how bold' the newspapers remarked,

“you could see from the very beginning that he had the life spark,”

one journalist quoted, doted, muttered out in ink,

oh how this accusation causeda stink,

them to think about the skin bone brain,

now risen to acclaim,

fame,

to claim his title as the leading light

having risen through and above those wallowing in the dark shite night-

He’d won the fight,

right to turn with power and look down upon it all,

“He is beautiful!”

he heard them call,

his power was growing now -

building on the backs of every shattered bow -

heaped expectancies once responsible for his building blocks,

now elevated excuses for individual thought shocks,

This aura could not last long -

the merry throng grew into angry song-

they sang about penny pinching, lynching -

he began to realize the dilemma encountered

 as the support for the common man mounted,

he’d let everyone down as his predecessor had done -

...This was a few years ago now....

He,

I am told

is just another thieving bum -

Bring on the next Saviours Son...


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