A revised earlier poem, in the light of current affairs; and no guessing who the hurdy-gurdy man is!
Image is courtesy of Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay.
Kali Yuga 2025
The time of the mad emperors.Then it became the age of iron,
When the jester became the king;
And the hurdy-gurdy man got paid
To sing his songs without a rhyme;
Then we sold the farm for fool’s gold,
Because we threw away the fruit
And instead preferred the rind.
As for the nation – honey never mind,
We’ll just follow the new Golden King,
And be grateful to obey his commands
By helping him to steal even more land;
Maybe then we’ll get a slice of the pie,
Unless the hurdy-gurdy man’s been
In the kings pantry eating the cream
So, we’ll have to be so damned bold,
Applying all our pent up might and
Recouping all our lost fortunes of old,
By reclaiming what was ours by right;
While our business billionaires sail on
Until they sail out of sight while upon
The sand our mighty castle will stand.
But then we found that the clock lied,
And the sandcastle melted in the tide,
As the politicians perfected their lies,
Which then became the only currency.
Because the Joker had stolen the key
To where the nation kept its integrity,
And truth with its shame will had died.
D G Moody 2025
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2025-02-13 at 12:51
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