The Art of Spin
It used to be a gentle art
Of arcing ball in summer sun;
To entice, and make the ball slide past bat.
It used to be a gentleman’s game
Of cunning and devious skill,
To delight and entrance.
As bowler sought to catch an edge,
To elicit a false shot,
To conjure a twist
Through an impossible angle
To strike pad or wicket.
Now it is a wicked lie
As devious scoundrels
Seek to deceive, to obfuscate the truth;
To lie and trick.
Instead of balls, they twist words.
They bury the truth
To create a falsehood.
These villains aim to confuse,
To hide reality behind a fog
Of invention.
In this ungentemanly game
Both we and the truth are victims
Of political conmen.
Opher – 1.7.2020