POEM
Numbers of puppets
are sky-rocketing
across the world.
From a President or
Prime Minister down
thugs and beggars
there are sycophants
in whose hands
Prime Ministers and Presidents are being
compelled to play.
Children love puppets
and play with ‘them’.
Suppose a situation
arises when puppets begin
to talk, sing, roar with anger,
and frighten the children
crying loudly they throw
the puppets and
hide behind their parents.
There are people who deliberately
play into the hands of sycophants,
that is another matter.
If this trend of sycophants soars around the
world what would be our fate? I wonder.
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