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Spades

written by: Beauchard

@Le_Livre22

 

Cash, pressure, votes… so does corruption go.
A spade to heads of all who oppose,
The decaying, dying town’s long, drawn fade.
For feigned omnipotence, do men souls trade
In this never-ending, sordid charade.

Vain irrelevance!

Shake hands, threaten, sue:
Do all such things,
To power accrue.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

It is an excerpt from 'Death in a Small Town', a long poem I am currently writing.

Beauchard

Beauchard

Writer. Poet. Currently, querying a novel titled "Absurd'. Writing a long poem 'Death in a Small Town'. Adore the Romantic poets, especially Percy Bysshe Shelley's style.
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