Of Sycophantic Peacemakers
They are playing with the poor victims'
minds and emotions on a muddy turf
It's the perpetrators' hideous game
Of pretending, pushing and duping
Those they thrust into the chess chest
Are too sheepish and dollish to move
Because they are remoted to act
As if they are placid frogs and birds
That inflate their throats with lies
And chirp fooling songs of healing
And a very virgin reconciliation
A clear promotion of gimmickry!