Righter Rhetoric
Limerick poetry contest entry
By Zara BosmanPublished 11 days ago • Updated 11 days ago • 1 min read
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I see whiter as blacker and blacker as whiter
Righter as wronger and wronger as righter
So I am become a writer rather than a politician
As politicians tell the truth to lie, ask any rhetorician
While writers lie to tell the truth, those falsity fighters
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