A Lofty Precipice
In 2028, the votes were tallied
and the winner announced.
The loser had been trounced
by a good woman of the people.
Soon, epaulets came into her office
and other shiny suits so fine
as the new President's eyes did shine
in warm greeting.
These men quickly cut her smile
telling her how the world was to be
for the power was not hers, you see.
She was their marionette.
They would pull the strings
as they had for many, many years
manipulating human fears
throughout the world.
Many more were hidden
never in the public view
in fact, the President never knew
the extent of their realm.
So she sat at her desk
highly crowned and ordained
never showing the disdain
she felt from her lofty precipice.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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