Unchained Malady

a poem about treachery and betrayal

quietly watching events unfold,

in a seat you have no right to sit in.

may you sleep unwell in your gold,

till you know its time for splittin’.


the master-plan be fumbled;

the “operation” rumbled;

betrayals of trust bungled;

personae falsely humbled.


when grand jury comes a callin’,

your day of judgment sown;

whilst you watch your masters fallin’,

till unchained malady be blown.


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