LEADERS

The death march of the wretched hobbles on,
Darkly, under overwhelming skies.
Sinews show and bones and jaundiced eyes,
Survivors’ hollowed faces show hope gone.

Who provides the music for their steps,
Whose machinations satisfy whose greed?
For more beyond whatever they would need,
They will use them up till none are left!

 

Churchill_Stalin

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One thought on “LEADERS

  1. This is a good poem about people who choose to think that defining the destiny of others is their preserve.
    So much is achieved here with just few lines, in my humble opinion. 🙂

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