![]() Think TankA Poem by John Baryn![]() Disgust and despair for the standard of political leaders in todays world.![]() Think Tank (20th Nov 1991)Sparrows for crumbs of survival flock, and the peacocks be dazzled, by their own colors. Fowl politicians! Secure in class, icons of beauty, idles of rich, establishment, duty. With arrogant strut, screeching calls mocking, in the guise of intellect the peacocks sit rocking.
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1 Review Added on March 28, 2012 Last Updated on March 28, 2012 Author![]() John BarynNew Plymouth, Taranaki, New ZealandAboutBorn 1948 at Grays, Essex, England the eldest of five children, John Baryn joined the Royal Navy in1965 and travelled the world. On transfering to the Royal New Zealand Navy in 1972, he met and marrie.. more..Writing
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