Lying-In-State

And the world stood still When the liar took centre-stage Cameras flashing Tapes rolling Recorders battling to take down his voice… They all know That lies unending endlessly flow From his bottomless tank Rolling off his tongue As a bard chants royal praises… They all took it in Clapping for their hero Waving his hands in the air Smiling sheepishly In the knowledge that the truth Shall never surface… But he knows not That the truth is right behind His back Like a hump Sitting beautifully on a hunchback It is right with him… Albeit the truth is despised The many crowd hailing the sweet liar Bail him not Never will they When the bell tolls When the alarm rings And the truth tackles the man On whose lips falsehood thrives… The crowd then shall sing And dance in glee As the white-robed liar Becomes the brown-ragged beggar In the hands of truthful revolution… Await the day For it is currently lying-in-state Readying its fangs Like a tormented king cobra Waiting to strike At the time so beautifully right…