I Prefer A Bad Poet To A Bad Ruler Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I prefer a bad poet,
To a bad ruler,
Since the former,
Must be humane and poignant.

A worth that is a must,
When it comes to leading a homeland,
Towards the future grand,
By revering the premises in Confucian thought, just.

The tongue of honesty has gone dry,
Corruption has its realm all over,
Those like Hector and Priam trying to talk louder,
Are dealt with malice preventing the cry.

Elysium is a reverie, a far-flung stream,
Until the ‘one' like Beowulf bringing the peace of mind,
And sweeps away the wicked like a Shelleyan west wind,
Yet with eyes like fish wide open we dare to dream.

Waiting am I for that moment in time,
Wishing for a change to step in fervently,
A moment of bliss, peace and horn of plenty,
A moment long-desired, something prime.