PoliticiansMature

He walks in a suit with
purpose.

Riding up to the podium so
harmless.

Under the torn skin,
regardless.

The man is a cold-blooded
killer.

 

An animal among civilized
men.

He speaks trash yet me
listen.

To these men whom we
commission.

I wish the worst on them.

 

Upon promise by broken
promise.

When will we realize their true face?

Their decisions threaten
the human race.

If you write them down,
you’re just as bad.

 

I call for a day when we sit back and watch.

Let’s do nothing and see
how they do.

Maybe they’ll look to people like me and you.

And wondering what’s going
on, get desperate.

 

When they’re sweating,
they’re hopeless.

We can break them down,
make the right path.

Or we’ll be helpless to
feel their wrath.

The poison is within them,
we must rebel.

 

Down with the politicians!

The End

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