The Ambassador

In whiff of joy, yelled a stiff villain,
Merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance,
In midst of clampdown and in quandary of one,
Beside mercurial alacrity of heartless king.

Having forte in swaying people by his rhetoric,
An elixir not only to those going jockey for the power,
Disgruntled, disgusted and for irritable lot too,
Called himself an Ambassador.

Uff! Mere a prank of vote bank,
Sounds euphonic like a cawing of a crow,
Befool no more innocent one,
Well versed now far and wide.

Having lost magical power of such a bait,
Stop eating our heads, you bawdy villain!
How weary, flat and unprofitable you are,
Under thy wrecking rule,
Havoc danced every nook and corner as a wildfire,
Such an elegant ambassador of a nation.