The Onion Man II
The deceits of Musharraf’s politics,
Are so like the layers of an onion,
For every layer is a prefix
That will reveal another deception
The layers that easily peel away,
Until you will finally reach the core,
Looking for some truth behind what he says,
But you discover that there is no more
The Truth is that he can kill quietly
Silencing those people who know better
Than to trust the slippery lies slyly
Spoken with no conscience whatsoever
It’s his nature; he’ll lie with his last breath,
The one truth he’ll share is sorrow and death.
Karl Stuart Kline
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-onion-man-ii/
