Machiavelli <br />O Prince of a so-called deceit <br />withered are your days of old <br />but your heart keeps up the beat <br /> <br />Come, O Niccolitto <br />and see the world by your eyes <br />slaves to your mind <br />and building the lies over lies <br /> <br />With respect, mio amico <br />not to insult or to swear by the words <br />but amazed in a surprise <br />how a dead would takeover the worlds? <br /> <br />Thy wind passed <br />and your scent lingers in deep <br />sweet or awfully disgusting <br />you'll know amid laughters and a weep <br /> <br />Antimachiavellismians! <br />how they make me laugh! <br />the man is dead long ago <br />and politics follow his path! <br /> <br />Viva al Principe! <br />who died and lives among us <br />now I can see clearly <br />a Machiavelli, in each of us!<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/machiavelli/
