There was a great
Rally to come
Of it there was
A great media hype,
The huddled lot came in colours
Of the crippled, jobless, scroungers
And the oppressed.
Big men came
Big men alighted
From terrifying motorcades
Bombilating with sirens
They talked to the people
And the pliant people listened
They talked to them
About renting their thumbs
For the looming transition
The big men paused,
Converged their heads
And spoke in a tete a tete
Which nobody heard
But everybody saw
And only the camera captured.
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