The
Biggest Boss
The biggest boss's bio-lab brigade
Has orders for an anti-aging pill,
Ensuring his demise can be delayed
By decades. Then the tsar can still fulfill
Imperial designs. And all his gray,
Gerontocratic Kremlin cronies can
Go giddy at the thought they may, some day,
Extend their lives to twice the current span ...
Still, medical ambitions cost a bomb.
The Kremlin hawks will know, this question must
Be asked: where is the money coming from?—
One pill for him could make his war go bust ...
Some day we'll say he did not preen in vain,
Should vanity bring peacetime to Ukraine!
(First published in Light
on 9th September, 2024 as
one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
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