All Chiefs---No Indians: A Political Poem
Someone started a new trend
playing an alpha in the pack
seeing servant in a friend
as if being high on crack.
It would take a head that's hollow
to cater to this friend's ambitions
or insane just enough to follow
agreeing to those conditions.
Now all friends accepted the game
resembling a murky water scuba
all excited to play it the same
acting out a Grand Poobah.
No Indians seen in playful global tribe
only chiefs with their colorful headset
with no one there to scare or to bribe
just someone left with his deep regret.
There's to be heard war path chant
drums giving it a convincing beat
more like a rejoicing than a rant
with lesson proper and sweet.