The man in the podium has anything to say;
He can promise a better future or curse the present day.
Employing dirty tactics; either by blackmail or a lure;
He’s allying with the devil for the simple crave of pow’r.
All eyes to this fellow; all ears to his every word
He has the art of an orator that no one will get bored
So critical of his predecessors as if they hadn't done any good
And the harder he’d be hitting the crowd would applaud.
He’d say: “I’m the best among the bests you folks could ever choose;
I shall alleviate the least; I’m a defender of their cause.”
False promises and charisma bring euphoria to the crowd
That the rivers shall have bridges and the mountains shall have roads.
“ I’ll be a better planner if I’ll be allowed to serve
And that the smallest of the voices surely can be heard.
The wealthy shall be friendly if I’ll be privileged to lead
And the poor man shall be alienated from the old life that he lived.”
His speech can be so touching like the message of the Lord
Piercing the heart of every audience like a two-edged sword.
Then I talked to a sensible fellow; He’s just given me a cue
That the man in the podium is just too good to be true.