Yet More Advice
If you find a vassal country takes a path that you dislike,
It’s your duty to divert it, with a bold preemptive strike.
But when bleeding troops and money, you had better think of ways,
By which to wield your influence. A little thinking pays.
You can call for free elections and for freedom of the press.
If you don’t like who’s elected, push for freedom to repress.
And some advice to vassals too – don’t take your boss for granted.
They’ll let you hang tomorrow – if circumstance demands it.
So if you are the rulers there, depend not on what’s distant.
Depend instead on power raw, and seize the precious instant.
If you’ve ruled a nation long enough (being really who’s in charge),
You know that to retain it, there are duties to discharge.
Elections can be dangerous, the people then have say.
The military then must move – express a forceful “Nay!”
You can engineer conditions that will have them up in arms –
The populace – and those who are dependent on your alms…
You can tolerate the ones who’re hip, and even spoon them honey,
But you’ve got to draw the line with those, who’re sniffing for the money.
If you buy your suits in London and your wine is shipped from France,
You can’t brook interruptions in your dinner or your dance.
Your children are at Stanford, and you’ve got to pay the fees.
So there’s little choice, except to promptly deal with the disease.
The masses, you’ve contempt for – for they’re backward and they’re vile.
Can you let them enter in your rooms – and settings then defile?
They are talking of an Allah, and who knows where that may lead?
There are demons there in plenty, who on such as you may feed.
And if they taste of power, then it’s curtains for your crowd.
It’s then Paris, Rome or London. But you mustn’t say this loud…
For your fiefdom, it is there, where the Nile is flowing broad,
Where the Pharaohs and the Ptolemies had ruled, with spear and sword…
It’s best to do it short and sharp, to cow them with your terror,
For laxity in this regard would be a serious error.
And if the slaughter continues – no matter, be resolved.
Such things will be forgotten, once you’ve got the problems solved.
It doesn’t matter who you are – your politics, I mean.
It’s power – that’s what matters, and the rest becomes a sheen.
You can be a bearded mullah, wear a yarmulke or not,
But if you once buy into power, then you’ll leave the rest to rot.
There are those who look to oracles, or pray to the divine,
But in politics, no miracles can build for you a spine.
So you’ve got to bite that bullet – with its taste and smell of grease.
You’ve got to swallow then your spit and pull that trigger – please!
Astrologers may tempt you, you can have your palms be read,
But when it comes to enemies, you’d better have them dead.
There are graves enough for ditherers, or those who were uncertain,
It’s better to be murderers, than ousted, that is certain.
The masses may be restive, but let’s understand this truth:
They’ll bear your rule in silence, if you show you’re lacking ruth.
But know the ones to squeeze and also know the ones to culture.
The spoils of war and peace are used, to loyal vassals nurture.
Pay tributes to the ones above, from those below, get same.
In finance, as in bedrooms, there’s no place or point in shame.
You’ve got to have that instinct for subservience to power.
Today it is the U.S.A., tomorrow’s another’s hour.
That boss you had for many years is aging now, you see.
It’s time to cultivate the one, who’s itching, boss to be.
With power, as with money. And the two may go together,
Or for a while may wander, till they reach their ends of tether.
You can shelter in a Dilli, in a Tokyo or Beijing,
But when you feel them quiver, then to old New York take wing.
And if Washington is shaking, then you’d better look around.
Whatever be your politics, let your finances be sound.
There are those who see the world as did the Buddha or the Jinas,
But the others see a chance to lose – or grasp and be the winners.
So there’s no place for scruples or a doleful frame of mind.
Why seek for liberation, when your fortune, you can find?
The Century of Labor’s past – another one is here.
It’s time for entrepreneurship and casting off of fear.
Divisions sow, of every type. It’s best when they’re divided.
The working class consists of sheep – by wolves of cunning herded.
Take the best of East and West and North and South – amalgamate!
Then you needn’t fear a debacle, as in the Watergate.
You could kowtow to a Pinochet, a Reagan or a Mao,
But in dealing with the obstacles, can you follow still the Tao?
Pay obeisance then to Mammon – and to Lakshmi and Ganesha,
So you can say, “…diversified by every kind of measure…”.
You should wipe out now the Islamists (the moderates as well),
And label all as terrorists. And some may see and tell.
How many will be listening? There are interests at stake!
The sleepers, they will sleep through it. A scattered few may wake.
But make the price of waking steep. And show them that you can,
With prison, maiming, murder and, of course, the legal ban.
The courts bow down to power, as the Pharaoh wields the sun.
And power comes, as Mao had said, from the barrel of a gun.
So show them all what terror is. Riyadh will then applaud.
And from the Gulf will come support, to fire your flaming sword.
The Islamists have had their use. Now use them as a ruse
To gain control – and then proceed, to ticking bombs defuse.
For after you have dealt with them, or even well before,
With the Communists and Socialists, you should settle full you score.
For vermin such, the time has come, to end their numbered days!
And all who matter will be glad, when you, their kind, erase.
So courage, then, oh generals! The world relies on you!
Your Egypt will be prosperous. And so, of course, will you!
And those who dither, from their doubts, will surely see the dawn.
They’ve interests – and so will come, with F16’s, to fawn.
2013 August 16th Fri. & 17th, Sat.
(last 10 couplets added Aug. 19th, Mon.)