Bliar Poem by DM W

Bliar

Rating: 5.0


He was the leader of the New Regime;
That whitewashed workers tears and toil and blood;
That stole a nation's soul and sold its dreams
To private ' tooth and claw' equity clubs.
A bigot born again like his best pal Bush,
He waged two dodgy wars against Islam;
Abused his role; betrayed gold tainted trust;
Left countless victims in his wake...wham bam!
Some view him as a smooth operator
To others he's a crude, corporate vulture;
A slick chameleon; shape shifter or
A poster boy for crass, sound bite culture.
So adept at burying his sins leaving
Only a trace of his Cheshire Cat grin.

Bliar
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: political
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 04 July 2020

More than very good and very apt. People called him the ultimate actor, for he never forgot his lines and was always word perfect. He was groomed, groomed and groomed again, covering all bases and avenues and before that only became leader due to John Smith tragically passing. Bliar has blood on his hands too. I could be here all night but suffice to say 10++ and thank you Dominic.

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