Politicians are mostly just an exaggerated version

Politicians are mostly just an exaggerated version of sellers and advertisers of lies, dubious, Their words are like glittering globes, enticing but empty, Promising dreams wrapped in gilded lies, Their smiles are like masks painted with false sincerity, Selling illusions to the hungry masses. Political leaders are never leaders, They are shadows of power, flickering in the light, Their promises are like whispers in the wind, Easily changed, easily broken, Leaves rustling in a storm of deception. For leaders, we must look to the Awakeners, Those who awaken the soul with unspoken truths, Who light the torches in the darkest nights, Whose voices are the echoes of ancient wisdom, Resonating deeply in the caverns of our being. In the twilight of truth, where reality fades, My thoughts flow like an unbound river, Through the forests of doubt and mountains of hope, Seeking those rare souls who awaken the spirit, Who inspire with a glance, with a word, with a touch. They are the silent watchers of dawn, The keepers of long-forgotten dreams, Their presence is like a beacon in the fog, Guiding lost travelers towards the horizon, Where the sun rises on a new world of possibilities. The Awakeners are the poets of existence, Weaving tapestries of light and shadow, Their wisdom is like threads of gold in the fabric of life, Their courage is like a flame that never dies, Burning brightly against the darkness of lies. In quiet moments of reflection, I wander through the gardens of my thoughts, Seeking those Awakeners, those true leaders, Who can show me the path to the light, Who can awaken the dormant dreams within me. Melancholy settles like a gentle rain, Over the landscapes of my heart, And I walk the winding paths of introspection, Searching for the voices that call to my soul, The Awakeners who lead not through lies, but through truth.