When Politicians Cry
taking the podium &
patting the eyes whilst
whimpering,
the genuine feeling in the air,
which might naturally come from the
massing of individuals together,
gets sucked right out
like a massive vacuum has come upon the
scene to do the bidding of this
lying
vulture.
but we at home
seeing the charlatan on the screens
hold our hands crossed on our torso
from the top of each shoulder,
hugging ourselves alone in our domiciles,
hoping that whatever sadness this
“elected official” reveals,
will be overcome ASAP,
for
we can feel their pain…
we understand…
yes, yes, yes,
because
“they are people too,
when it all comes down to it”---
right?
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