The Moralists, Propagandists And Preachers Poem by Raj Arumugam

when I was a child
the grim moralists
stood in corners
dispensing dry words;
the preachers with their smooth discourses
stood on library steps
in my teenage years
hoping to ensnare
young inquisitive minds;
the propagandists blared out on stage
or got on to the stations
and delivered persuasive tones on the radio;
but nowadays
it seems
these dry moralists
these changeling preachers
these weasel propagandists
they have all changed tact
they have turned to verse
to complete unfinished business