The Scapegoat Poem by Chris Jibero

What a seductress
Power is to a scapegoat
What a stock-piled armoury
What a gathering of zombies
What a skewed desire
To satisfy the master
What a slimy battle ground
What a killing and looting
What an uproar of the vanquished
What a rejoicing and a cheer
What a sugar-coated and
Pyrrhic victory
What a gathering of consuming
Mouths to savour the victory
What a fragile security!


What a class of crazy critics
What an indictment
What a summons
What an arraignment
What a chained bail
What a trial
What a damning verdict
What a cut-to-size sentence
What a stubborn smear
A mass of grease on a stolen cassock
What a flagrant jeer from
The same mouths that cheered
What an introverted introspection
What a lesson never to dabble
Into the masters' fray
Be it little or big
What a pest-riddled dead wood
Unfit for a harmattan warming
Fire a scapegoat becomes after use!

(c) Chris Jibero.2008.