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When comes the day that Fate declines to smile,
On falsehoods peddled with impunity,
Intent, unwary nation to beguile,
Who, then, shall bear responsibility?
The raucous harbinger of self-import –
Whose savvy ventures not beyond the tweet,
Or, meekly looking on without retort,
Obsequious, gutless minions of conceit?
Rest not at ease vile harbinger of lies,
Nor acquiescent guardians to their shame,
They be in close collusion, these allies,
Justice decrees that both shall be to blame.
As sure as day succeeds the darkest night,
None shall avoid their much deserved plight!
©Meanderings 2018
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The day of reckoning eventually always comes. Thank you for this excellent Sunday sonnet and beautiful image. Enjoy the day and the glorious weather. Hummingbird hugs – Janet 🙂
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Thanks Janet. Much appreciated. Hope your day embraces you with sunshine. Hummingbird Hugs! ❤
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another glorious day ahead…enjoy :)xx
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Hummingbird Hugs.
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Very deep my friend. Hope you have had a blessed Sunday.
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Thanks…..Yes. Been a good day. Hope yours goes well….. 🙂
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As well as can be expected. Thanks.
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A day of reckoning may well be coming for somebody far away. What an image.
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Thanks Peter. Hopefully soon…. 😉
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Beautifully written as always, the orange one will be brought to task one fine day. Loved the raindrops!xxx
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Thanks D! Hugs.
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I sense something … familiar … in this Sunday Sonnet! I cannot quite put my finger on it … but … 😉 Excellent poem, dear friend. Have a wonderful week! Hugs!!!
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Ha! Ha! I’d be surprised if you did not sense the ‘familiar’. 😉 Thanks……Hugs. ❤
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