Gears
Within gears
Always turning
The manipulation grows
Like a true Game Of Thrones
On the international stage.
Reality is stranger
Than a novelist’s fiction
In a fantasy book.
Where landscape changes
On a daily basis
Needing a guide book
Just to understand
The various players
Involved.
On a dime
Long time allies
Have become heels 1
Deliriously booed
For cheap political points.
Tyrants and dictators
Are treated like
Conquering heroes
Coming home.
Gushing over them
Like some teen sport idol
Whose poster hangs
Upon the bedroom wall.
Alas
All can change
In a single heartbeat
Posters are ripped
And torn down.
Once more
The gears engage
Moving in
A new unpredictable motion.
Leaving all guessing
And scratching their heads
At the next move.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: Am sorry, but I tried to avoid using the current U.S. president’s name in this poem. Alas, I needed a title, and The Circle Game, by Joni Mitchell, wouldn't leave my mind.
1 A slang term from professional wrestling meaning villain.
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