Mistake is Mistaken
The clichéd own goal, that’s a real mistake,
As is trusting a sunny day without
A rain coat, and glibly suspending doubt
While listening to a politician’s take
On almost any issue. Alongside
Lottery tickets being the route to wealth,
That inebriation’s concealed by stealth
Arriving home late at night. Try to hide,
Though, with apologies and thin regrets,
The deliberate launching of missiles
At an aid convoy, must defy the wiles
Of those who’re in command and sent the jets.
A claim to mere error is to forsake
Any real meaning of the word, mistake.
D. A.