The Façade: Ode to Weaky Leaks
It happens everywhere: politics--global, local, and glocal There is always something that someone wants to keep from the knowledge of somebody Amidst the smiles, pretences and upended falsehood There lies a subterranean pouch, filled to the brim with leering sham Shrouded in back-slapping and vigorous handshake formalities What about the suits? The starched shirts? Stiff ties that more or less look like dog collars on the necks of the file-carrying subordinates Schooled in the lies which their principals ferry from coast to coast They coat their faces with cosmetic smiles and follow the path of deception That their governments have drummed into their heads Here comes the weaky leaks ... exposing pretensions of nations The world is topsy-turvy because the diplomats we used to know Are nothing but spies? Nay, that is glorifying them from their base abode They are gossips and rumour-mongers. All over the world We now know that they say one thing to the public and another to their govern...