The Ringmaster, a Poem
Circus. A place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men, women and children acting the fool.— The Devil's Dictionary, Amrose Bierce (1881-1911)
The Ringmaster strode into the tent,
A cane gripped in his hand.
He tipped his top hat at the crowd
And quickly took command.
The first act is a woman,
A baby in her womb.
A rapist gave her HIV,
The babe is in a tomb.
Next, you see a blind man
Who begs upon the street.
All he asks is some loose change
For a simple bite to eat.
Jet-setters flying overseas,
"Which country this vacation?"
Not thinking that the money spent
Could feed a starving nation.
Cast your eyes back to the stage,
An act you mustn't miss.
A troll who preys on lonely souls
To promise wedded bliss.
Our next wonderous attraction
Is a homeless family.
They sleep within their car each night,
Oh, what a sight to see!
We've many more performers
To excite and surprise,
A drug lord and a pusher
Who have ruined so many lives.
Step up, step up and marvel
At the Greatest Show on Earth.
The wealthiest 15 per cent
Hold most of the world's worth.
A scrawny, starving, mangy dog
Sniffing through the garbage,
Once was a small child's Christmas gift.
it's a crime it grew too large.
Look up at the high trapeze.
Taking a deep breath,
A teenager bullied every day.
He's contemplating death.
Observe the young girl cowering
In a corner of the ring.
She was kidnapped as a sex slave.
A depraved but common thing.
Bulldozers clearing tracts of land,
Our wildlife gets displaced.
Investors rubbing hands with glee,
For consumer greed and waste.
Tell your friends and family
The Circus is in town.
The only thing this great show lacks
is a truly funny clown.
I hope that you enjoyed the show,
And that all the acts enthralled.
Now go home to your normal lives,
Try not to think at all.
The Ringmaster by Morris West
Morris West would have to rank among my favourite authors (though that is quite a long list) and this novel doesn't disappoint.
Here is an excerpt: "It was the season called maples-in-flame. The sky was ice-blue, flecked with wisps of cloud against which the crags of the crater rim rose black and threatening. Among the high peaks the air was cold; but in the deep hollow of the basin, it was warm and still. The lake, girdled by garden plots and stubble land, lay mirror smooth, gleaming like old lacquer."
Morris West is the author of a number of best-sellers including: Tower of Babel, Proteus, Salamander, The Devil's Advocate, and The Shoes of the Fisherman.
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