Power Play

From the bed and a pan to the burning pyre

You are in a queue, death stalking you, please take the cue.

Burning pyre, raging relatives

Relatively speaking this country has gone to the dogs. 

Some argue, can’t blame the leader

After all he is human, perhaps he did err.

If he was human and he did err

Apologies for what he did, nobody did hear.

Power play he does display, opposition he does slay

Crocodile tears he does shed, not so clear conscience does he go to bed?

Amid the COVID storm his leadership, a rudderless ship

The climb rather steep, can’t follow him, who has lost his grip.