THE WOLF

And when the man up there

When he stares at your malfunctions

At your malnutrition that reeks of pain

When they joust and juggle

Your life manhandled by their dirty hands

When city walls carve after the trumpet song

And disguise and greed is undressed

When the Emperor sees that he is naked

And the Politician resigns from his high table

And when the comedy of errors is realigned

Humour and tragedy dispelled into one

And the high table lowered to the ground

And all the silver platters made into iron

When the gong is heard by Jack and Jill

And Jekyll and Hyde shake their hands

Only then will we see the wolf in sheep’s skin