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“The Wretched Rulers of Freiland by Stewart Stafford A two-faced mirror, vainly warm, A beauteous sheen to a swinish form, Bloated with gold and wanton pride, As cormorants in cuckoo nests, they hide. They gorge on fabrication, binge on strife, Parasites living off another life, Suckers draining every dream, Like leeches in a poisoned stream. Shells crack, the rotten egg cabal; The bonfire of inanities banal, Power loosened in a fading grip, Fleeing the wake of freedom's ship. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Wretched Rulers of Freiland by Stewart Stafford
A two-faced mirror, vainly warm,
A beauteous sheen to a swinish form,
Bloated with gold and wanton pride,
As cormorants in cuckoo nests, they hide.
They gorge on fabrication, binge on strife,
Parasites living off another life,
Suckers draining every dream,
Like leeches in a poisoned stream.
Shells crack, the rotten egg cabal;
The bonfire of inanities banal,
Power loosened in a fading grip,
Fleeing the wake of freedom's ship.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.