VICTIM CARD POLITICS LIMERICS
VICTIM CARD POLITICS LIMERICS A pol who would dodge every blame, Played the victim, a well-practiced game. With a tear and a sigh, Critics they’d deny, And silence the talk of their shame. A ruler, quite sly and astute, Made the people feel utterly mute. With words twist and turned, The public was burned, Their truth, in a jester's pursuit. A plea, quite well-worn, took the stage, "I'm hurt!" it did loudly enrage. "See my tears, my strife!" Ignoring the rife, Corruption's grim, shadowy cage.