Saturday, December 31, 2011

Poem - Post Crosshairs

being a dictator
is like being a rock star
short sharp bursts of success
feted by world leader groupies
all chasing after the spotlight
then it turns to guns
you lie there post crosshairs
they exude the same satisfaction
whether you are living or dead
truth  reality  honour
irrelevant in the political weather forecast

By Drax