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
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2023
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