T (no first name) Wignesan


Villanelle: Strike! And You Sign Your Own Death Warrant! - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be

Strike! And you sign your own death warrant!
Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god
Is that wart on Fa-ling line: Death by Fire-Shot?

Come they’ll too clad in black: King and President
All muttering under breath: « The Old Sod! »
Strike! And you sign your own death warrant!

You’ll have time to rue what a lone strike meant
Your shores were never at stake nor your Lord
Is that wart on Fa-ling line: Death by Fire-Shot?

Those who build iron walls know they can’t hunt
Must the World be sacrificed for one god?
Strike! And you sign your own death warrant!

When d’you strike back for the Sandyhook Lent
The NRA strikes back and call you: « Sod »
Is that wart on Fa-ling line: Death by Fire-Shot?

Be the Statesman and make every word count
Bring the toddler gods to the feet of God
Strike! And you sign your own death warrant!
Is the wart on Fa-ling line: Death by Fire-Shot?


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© T. Wignesan – Paris,2013

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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