Mistake is Mistaken
The clichéd own
goal, that’s a real mistake,
As is
trusting a sunny day without
A rain coat,
and glibly suspending doubt
While
listening to a politician’s take
On almost
any issue. Alongside
Lottery
tickets being the route to wealth,
That
inebriation’s concealed by stealth
Arriving
home late at night. Try to hide,
Though, with
apologies and thin regrets,
The
deliberate launching of missiles
At an aid
convoy, must defy the wiles
Of those who’re
in command and sent the jets.
A claim to
mere error is to forsake
Any real meaning
of the word, mistake.
D. A.
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