In this world of mediocrity, the one-eyed man is king,
Where men who cannot sing a note,
Are the only men who sing.
The poet of the dribbling pen,
The charlatans and frauds,
The artists and their blasphemies,
The sycophant applauds.
In this world of mediocrity, the man who blatant sins,
The base, corrupt and hypocrite,
The only man who wins.
The poison lies of editor,
Who dips and writes with pen,
Refills it with the blood of those,
Who are much better men.
In this world of mediocrity, false gods, the lies and vice,
False prophets, politicians,
Will queue to name their price,
Whilst honest man and woman,
All those of conscience led,
Bow to masters false and base
Before their trust is bled.
Michael ((Walsh)
02.08.2013
quite_write@yahoo.co.uk