The Winner

He was born with a gold mine in his head He was raised seeking the lead He grew up wielding the arrow Chasing promises of tomorrow He was praised for his liberal views And his courage made the news In his crave to mum the voice of his critics He rose to cradle of politics He braved the left wing of persecution To rouse the cause of his liberation His finger-run sign became a beat That made his name a hit Some say he's a fascist Some say he's a populist But his bid that truth would set his people free Helped him capture the presidency He pledged to curb corruption And did it with utmost dedication His great deeds made him a winner And his namesakes raised his banner But like other great figures There were dire outcomes for his gestures The winner president found himself in a dungeon Being pitted to a hungry lion