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Chapter #: 5
Updated On: 13 September 2005 - Words Count: 141 - Number of Reads: 328 |
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Siren Of Silence
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(For all dictators out in the cold )
How come!
This swift, sudden fall from grace to grass
How come!
I’m down at the valley of despair
Enveloped in a pall of loneliness as I perspire
How come!
My powers has turned to powder
At the advent of a new order
A leper overnight
Rejected by allies outright
How come!
Bosom friends
Have metamorphosed into bitter fiends
Where are my hangers on!
Whither the sycophants and bootlickers
Who grovel and parade the corridors of power
Every second, minute and hour
Now the kleighlights are dimmed
And the pastures no longer green
I see a different world
Away from protocol
Devoid of escorts
Here, alone with my thoughts
In the world’s prettiest dungeon
I still hear the strident sound of my siren
This time – the siren of silence. |
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