The
can of worms
Slowly
creeping out to the open
One
leaks after another expose
The
intended persons keep silence
It
is a capital punishment
It
will not go away
Even
death has to be explained
By
keeping quiet nothing helps
The
cronies newspapers and televisions
They
play 'tai chi' and 'drunken master'
Closing
the lids hoping it will help
The
cut edges the smell of decay looms
The
carpet man has nothing to lose
He
is feeling the heat and his regrets
The
promises and betrayal
Now
he learns the other side of a coin
The
can of worms
The
implosion will explode
The
timing has to be right
Who
says God never listen?
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