Scheming politicians_ are there other types?
Have always known that nothing unites
People as readily as a common enemy
To the Shias Satan is a Sunni
Hitler used the Jews Paisley pointed at Papists
The Chinese blame Dalai Lama and the Buddhists.
In India the age-old Hindu Muslim divide
Has triggered many a deadly fratricide.
This woeful practice can be said to’ve taken shape
When the Shah Jehan was followed by Aurangzeb
Who specialised in destroying Hindu temples
And did not hesitate on their rights to trample
Introducing a forcible conversion program
We burn your village unless you convert to…
Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson
May his wisdom increase and his girth decrease
Was born his mother’s and his father’s son
With characteristics, some hers and others his.
Neither could claim monsterhood or ogreship
If the boy had ambition in that direction
He’d better learn how to steer his own ship
And not wreck it on the rocks of salvation.
He taught himself to tell lies at a young age
To stick his snot on doors walls and windows
To spit in father Stanley’s beverage
And piss on mummy’s broad beans and marrows
But aged ten he was no more…
It took two millennia for Nero
To go from zero to hero
The simple truth is that history
Is writ by whoever won victory
Vespasian drove Nero to suicide
That, historians have not denied
So he painted him in a bad light
Making Romans think he was all right
When Rome burnt Nero was out of town
So he could not have been around
Therefore not guilty of the fiddling
Charge that his enemies have been peddling
When the fire finally died out
There was much misery about
And Nero’s efforts were tireless
To comfort and rehouse…
Now that Nero has been rehabilitated, we need a new name to head the league table of villains. I propose Fulgencio Batista president of Cuba before Castro ousted him.It would be interesting for others to nominate their candidate.
The obvious ones, Hitler, Pol Pot, Donald Trump, Genghis Khan, King Leopold of Belgium etc, whatever their crimes, had an agenda, often a warped one, purporting to benefit their country, albeit at the expense of others, and millions of lives. Fulgencio had no such agenda. Cuba was there for him to exploit, to sell to the American mafia, to enrich himself, fuck…
If books were solely judged by their covers
The easisest thing to say about Kim Jong-Oon
Would be that however much he endeavours
He’ll ne’er be anything but a grotesque buffoon.
He might have learnt to rule from Il’s lessons
As a dedicated son and grandson
But his hair style he copied from Stan Laurel’s
Dressed in the shape of a truncated barrel’s.
If grandad and dad sent dissidents to camps
And oft spilled their blood and put out their lamps
There is no record of either of them when alive
Doing the same to their own blood relatives,
Although Kim Il Sung was declared eternal
A living god, his body was not immortal
And the time came to shuffle his mortal coils
Leaving the country in chaos and turmoil.
He had named his healthy son Kim Jong Il
As his successor to rule the land in his will.
He had earned his stripes at Propaganda
A massive task with the clear agenda
Of telling the nation how lucky they were
To be living in socialist Northern Korea
Telling being different from showing
Made his task hell-hard and harrowing
Telling the North than they need not envy the south
Kim Il Sung the father of North Korea
Grew up when the Korean peninsula
Was under Imperial Japan’s occupation
And later would write of how his heart bled
At the sight of so much Korean blood being shed
Which was what pushed him to the helm of his nation.
He might well have thought that he did not need
Outside help to make his nation bleed.
With the Japanese defeated he took the reins
Of power promising to spare no pains
To drive away anti-communist Syngman Rhee
And reclaim the southern half of the country.
While the regime in the…
When Bashar Al Assad’d dad Hafez al Assad
Died, possible heirs having faced the firing squad
He was the unanimous choice for president
Hafez ne’er had time for opinions dissident
Of the lion in his name he thought nobility
A luxury using only blood lust and cruelty
The few who stuck their heads above the parapet
Received a quick visit from the Mukhabaret
And were thereafter never seen and heard no more
Folks hoped that Bashar would stick to the rule of law
Assad Père did not believe in negotiation
To him the slightest dissent was provocation
If one man…
In spite of his looking like a terrified owl
With a permanent aura of doom and gloom
And rejecting the easy smile for the dark scowl
There’s more to Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum
Over thirty children and half a dozen wives
Though not all the espouses are still in Dubai
Nor all the children verifiably alive
Abductions and kidnappings thought to’ve gone awry
When he inherited a desertic sheikhdom
With its oil reserves drying faster’n spit on sand
He had the visionary and inspired wisdom
To think outside the box and wave his magic wand
Prizewinning playwright. Mathematician. Teacher. Professional Siesta addict.