Werevolves

They go on the stage these days and it seems very busy.
They squeak to snatch your innocent vote,
Stalking horses vow to make an utopia,
The poor pilgrims stampede in this magical theatre
And when they become statesmen
You get startle of their whereabouts.

* [Today for the first time I stepped into the Church of Saint Anthony Catholic community at Longbeach California, though I am a Buddhist I have a special regard on St.Anthony as he held the baby Jesus.When others worship I too knelt for morning prayers.'Oh! My sincere Saint this dark tunnel of life is too long as same as Longbeach and I have a little doubt whether I could see the faint light at the end in the given time.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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