031 • Infiltrator (3)
Before I arrived in this town
I traded my clothes with a clown.
Written off as a berk,
I may openly work
To turn the whole world upside down.
For the day my adopted country throws out the baby with the bathwater. The guile of the demagogue matching the gullibility of the person in the street. [Related story]
2 thoughts on “031 • Infiltrator (3)”
Fine work, sir. I admire the grace of your scansion.
It’s gratifying to be reaching a discriminating readership! I trust these pieces are being committed to memory in their dozens, for onward transmission to rising generations.