Basket of deplorables

 

A basket of deplorables
Assembled in secret
Gathering in the shade of darkness
In five star hotels and private mansions

Like a coven of witches
Making potions to cast their spells
On the unsuspecting populace
To turn them into mindless zombies

The concoctions and brews
The enchantment and incantations
Rendered useless by nature
Reduced to nonsense by the awakened masses

From the Sheraton to Bellamy Road
All they concocted were recipes for disaster
All they created were distrust and disbelief
Lies, lies and more lies

Disgraceful, appalling, dreadful
But all they cared was their vanity
Inept, self-indulgent and without empathy
All that awaits is their key to Hades

A basket of deplorables
The end is near

- S.T. Arasu