THE SYCOPHANT
The sycophant raves
At the zenith of his voice
ranting and chanting the praises
Of his temporal Overlords
He speaks dexterously,
His face bent earthwards and
Swears in the name of known
and unknown entities
The sycophant flatters and
Crawls behind his Superiors
He extenuates their worries
Promising loyalty and reverence
His tongue opens and asunders:
'Hail The King, Long Live The Boss
Continue and move on, My Lord
I am yours till Hell freezes'
Little does the Leader know
That a very dark cloud hovers over
The horizon of his reign: sycophants
Harbor nothing else than Mischief
The sycophant does know His lord
May be in many troubles
His miserable self shall always try
In shields to make it double
Governments fall and rise
Kingdoms come and depart
But the Sycophant demon abounds still
Stabbing the Truth with honest lies.
© Pat Ashinze
September 2016
Splendid take on demons of sycophancy which continue to rile insecure leaders.
This is an outstanding ode on an unusual subject. Lovely poem beautifully penned. Thanks: ranting and chanting the praises Of his temporal Overlords I am yours till Hell freezes'
Governments fall and rise Kingdoms come and depart But the Sycophant demon abounds still Stabbing the Truth with honest lies. Quite demonstratively written poem about sycophants. Beautiful work.10 for the poem. Subhas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I didn't know better, I would have lack words to explain how I felt about this poem but because I am not foreign to this world, I would say that I see a painter, drawing vivid patterns of imagery with carefully articulated words, I depict the flow of imagination and the poet ceaseless vibration of inspiration, All I can say is that you are beautifully talented.