Political Science

Politics are the province of people in power, Who eschew with all their might, Our money and fear in which we cower, Under their militant and watchful sight. See the skies and you'll see the spies, Who spray poisons in the blue, From the planes and telemetric lies, Tell us all is well and good for you. But did you know that your own brain Emits pulses to be heard? The thoughts you think move like a train, And can be traced by every word. Clinton is what rhymes with a cake of bunt, Her friends and family are clucking foul, Although these words I've used are blunt, They watch us all like hunting owls. When you focus and feel all jolly, Know that all those runts above, Will herd your thoughts like a border collie, And try to rob you of your love. I know this 'cos while I was in school, I learned a bit too much, About the evil who lean and rule, On us as if we are their handy crutch. I can only hope that Donald Trump, Can shift the power from the new, World order that is full of grumps, Who should retire and pay in damages their dues. Believe me if you will or not, But know that I am one who cares, For all without a selfish thought, So believe me if you dare.