They say that the danger is present and clear:
Nuclear annihilation is drawing near.
What these hawks are not saying on air
Is that you’re more likely to be killed by a drunk driver
Than a missile from North Korea.
Every nation stocks missiles for its own welfare
It doesn’t meant we’re ruthless like a bear:
Even the Korean Conflict was a Russian-American affair.
After more than five decades in the espionage game,
Here’s the best intelligence ‘product’ I can share:
Eastern or Western, people are basically the same,
We all want the world to be more sane –
It’s current state is a crying shame.
Even after the Cold War, hostilities didn’t wane:
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I’m running blind, involved in a cat-and-mouse game
Against my own country; you can imagine my pain.
The evidence against me is a tissue of lies
But “watchers” keep following me like flies
And a criminal trial ahead of me lies.
I’ve suffered the fate of too many spies –
Going unseen, unheard, unappreciated, unsung,
After sacrificing our time, energies and even lives.
Now I know what Graham Greene meant
When he called espionage the “territory of lies”.
Nuclear annihilation is drawing near.
What these hawks are not saying on air
Is that you’re more likely to be killed by a drunk driver
Than a missile from North Korea.
Every nation stocks missiles for its own welfare
It doesn’t meant we’re ruthless like a bear:
Even the Korean Conflict was a Russian-American affair.
After more than five decades in the espionage game,
Here’s the best intelligence ‘product’ I can share:
Eastern or Western, people are basically the same,
We all want the world to be more sane –
It’s current state is a crying shame.
Even after the Cold War, hostilities didn’t wane:
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I’m running blind, involved in a cat-and-mouse game
Against my own country; you can imagine my pain.
The evidence against me is a tissue of lies
But “watchers” keep following me like flies
And a criminal trial ahead of me lies.
I’ve suffered the fate of too many spies –
Going unseen, unheard, unappreciated, unsung,
After sacrificing our time, energies and even lives.
Now I know what Graham Greene meant
When he called espionage the “territory of lies”.
To fully appreciate this poem, read Alexander Nderitu's award-winning short story, 'Life as a Flower' (http://www.authorsden.com/link/externalsiteredirect.asp?authorID=12010&ref=/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=138889&destURL=http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=16946)
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Buy Alexander Nderitu's prose and poetry books at: http://stores.lulu.com/NewShakespeare
(c) Alex N Nderitu http://www.alexandernderitu.com/
Buy Alexander Nderitu's prose and poetry books at: http://stores.lulu.com/NewShakespeare
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