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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required T'is politics where man excels, for it protects the lies they tell. Of pomp and ceremony he employs, voters manipulated like children's toys. Wars are started, a game of chess and religion does so happily bless. Sons and daughters sent far to protect, with allowances made for only the select. Exceptions made for those with class, or for those with plenty of political cash. Favors, tickets, given to good friends, on their value, everyone depends. Bill of Rights, one must pay the price, to the big cheese controlling the mice. A democratic society is but a veil, to hide the reality of its jail. Charisma is much more highly rated, agendas becoming under-stated. We buy the package with a smile, when truths revealed, there's plausible denial. Promises, promises, we hope they will keep and so we wait like docile sheep. Fed from the bail full of manure, a steady diet for the intellectually poor. We don't debate the issues, just the grin, suave and debonair will usually win. Enjoying wine, women and so much song, when will we figure out, where we went wrong. Ahhh, not until headlines splash across a screen, then we lament, the end of the dream. Politics and religion, strange bedfellows do make, for power corrupts, man's soul it will take. In the end we'll say, we were just fooled, t'was common sense that was over-ruled. Blinded where we, by the good and the brave, too late to complain, when we lie in our grave.
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