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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

False Gods....



Raised head and shoulders above the masses,
Praised top to bottom with unending applause.
Candied smiles and photogenic opportunity lead,
Words of promise teased with prospective futures.
Drooling liberally from tongues of sweet sickly floss,
Swallowed excitedly without hesitancy or questioning.
Simply you, me and the other flocks following blindly,
The word is gospel and the truth spoken with fervour.
Corridors of governance with tasteless undercurrents,
Misdemeanours and irregularity covered by cunningness.
Led by tainted leaders unsuited to the position of glory,
Dishonest polished personas residing in official chambers.
Dressed in suits of celebrity, eventually leading to nowhere,
False gods corrupt and destroy life when left unchallenged.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/02/2014
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Leaders &Leadership.’

10 comments:

  1. ha. yes i think our leaders are false gods
    too easily swayed by greed...and we
    follow right along...

    if we dont challenge...

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  2. Dressed in suits of celebrity, eventually leading to nowhere,
    False gods corrupt and destroy life when left unchallenged.

    This is classic testament, Eileen! They put up a front immaculately dressed strutting like a celebrity. And they go crazy without regard to good governance given half a chance to put their crummy hands in the till! Very true!

    Hank

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  3. So well described, Eileen. In Toronto, we have a glaring example of this going on (for far too long) as we speak. Apparently they are not allowed to fire him which seems crazy.

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  4. Ah this has been the case with politicians throughout time. Wonderful poem Eileen.

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  5. Oh! My comment went the way of all things I forget to publish. Let me speak again: "Drooling liberally from tongues of sweet sickly floss, / Swallowed excitedly without hesitancy or questioning." You show the inter-dependency of the leaders and the lead, a futile journey to nowhere. A poem much more beautiful than its subject, and very wise. Thank you.

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  6. Beware false prophets and gods..if only there were more people willing to stand up and expose their dishonesty..knowingly handled prose..

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  7. Dressed up they are like paper dolls for their lofty speeches. True are your words

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  8. Eileen
    There are way too many of those 'False Gods' around, way too many.
    Wonderfully expressed.

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  9. Ah, Eileen...there are way too many politicians & way too few statesmen. Misdemeanours seem to run rampant in today's world! Sigh.

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