Sarah Through The Looking Glass Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Oh Sarah,
Dear innocent Sarah,
Is this trial
Your last hurrah?

The Crime - you're accused
Of - making the guest list
Without being properly invited.
In politics, that's a game of hit or miss.

The queen of Hearts,
Katie, smiled as she stabbed you
Without fanfare or ado,
Surely that would feed the animals in the zoo.

Then Larry O., quick to the point
Said, 'Off with her head,
For it'll only take a moment.'
And silence this right leaning biped.

Oh, Sarah, Dear Sweet Sarah
Rachel screamed, 'Make it quick,
For the sight of blood
Makes me sick.'

Mercurial Keith wants it known,
He's the ffirst to dethrone you
Keeping you from public view,
For the nightly air he claims to own.

Play life's game of politics
In the end, you'll always lose,
You'll live to regret it,
Whatever path you choose.

But Sarah,
Dear photogenic Sarah
Every time a burial they give
You pop-up outside the grave.

Could it be the tea party
Isn't for Carol's friends
Who must return to join the pages
And to seek other ends.

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