Agents Poem by Francie Lynch
Agents
We've been cautioned to surrender
Before jack-boots hit our streets;
It was an open warning
With podium bleats like sheep.
They side-stepped all discretion,
They pivoted 'round masked stealth;
They aired their anonymity
On the media's lips of wealth.
And there, behind the curtain skirts,
Lurking in the wings,
In shadows and back street doors,
They listened,
Pulling strings.
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5/2/2024 11:51:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not your typical Francie Lynch poem that leaves you laughing in the aisles! No siree! This one sweeps to power on a tide of democratic fervour. Absolutely love this one, Francie!