The Politician
THE POLITICIAN
His weapon is not a sword
but pen and ink and the spoken word.
He needs no guns or knives.
His weapon of choice is hidden behind a thin disguise.
to spew hate and fear upon our lives
as he shuts down democracy in a web of lies.
His face may wear a smile
but it’s made of tricks and guile.
So, look sharp and stay awake.
Your religion he wants to take
and spin it in his clever way
using and polluting it day by day.
You have to look deep.
Don’t fall asleep.
He’s gathering poor fools like sheep.
They'll do his bidding
and keep him on his throne
made of flesh and blood and bone.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 2/22/2020
“All Rights Reserved”
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