So Unsettling, To Say the Least

The sight of this bourgeois, career politician/businessman (A so-called liberal, no less) Seated high on the dais at the all candidates meeting, Looking down on his constituents. Trying to look as human as possible, He's wearing his best crocodile smile tonight. And no matter how hard he tries to look harmless, He still looks slightly inhuman, perhaps like a Conspiratorial, world-enslaving E.T., or Somewhat mad, Byzantine potentate. Reptilian, his soulless, lifeless eyes momentarily Slide back and forth in their sockets, Back and forth across the crowd before him, As he scrutinizes, with a cold, calculating, alien look, His sheep-like electoral victims-to-be. Or maybe what's most disturbing, even truly Frightening, is that the strange look in his eyes Actually seems like the look in the eyes of, God forbid, The 12-year-old sociopath whose photo was in the newspapers: The unfortunate, little monster who tragically, heartbreakingly, Willfully murdered a child half his age. In a truly gentler, kinder world, Work would not make a person merely enslaved; Family would not be used as a weapon against one; And the struggle for liberty would not, in Effect, make real freedom the domain of only the few.