Kali Yuga. On the Hindu wheel of time, this is the period in history when conditions are at their worse.

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Kali Yuga

It was that age when the Jester
became the King; and when the
farm got sold for fools gold;
when the hurdy-gurdy man
got paid to sing a song without
a rhyme; when we threw away
the fruit, while gnawing the rind

As for the Nation, we were told
never mind, as all too soon we’ll
set sail just like the heroes of old,
to reclaim what was ours by right,
sailing on until out of sight, those
business buccaneers minting gold.

But then we found that the clock lied,
as the calendar went out with the tide;
and the bankers pocketed the key
while politicians as always repined.
So, God help us, we had to move on;
for better or worse its now past 2021.

© D G Moody 2023

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Written on 2023-10-20 at 16:50

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I dont think a better opening couplet I have read on this site

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice revision, Dougie. I like this very much. I guess the tide is now turning when the voters reaslise thast they were duped by the would be emperor with the new suit!
Blessings, Allen