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Kitted
In borrowed kit of revolution,
With sword and swagger,
The
heckler
Hatches a hoopla,
Rouses the rabble
And proclaims the
rancour
Revolution.
With flared up features
And heaving heart,
The
heckler swaggers
Into meal chamber of the state
mansion,
Smiles,
Salutes
And surrenders the sword,
The
swagger.
From the meal chamber,
Requiem for revolution
Saunters into
the ears
Of the waiting rabble,
Rag-tag,
Starved.
They slink into
shanties to sulk.