A sentry leopard on high
black and white
basking in the midday sun
wonders why chameleons
change colour in response
to all other passing scenes
is it to find merit without risk
why qualm about appearances
about politics, look at me,
I've got charm-and-charisma
with all your different guises
I doubt even you
can spot-the-difference?
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