Best Demagogue Poems
They felt he could be trusted with their fate
With comfortable words to free from blame
He told a tale to which they could relate
Where guiltless victimhood could be their claim
With bleeding heart he said: “I feel your pain
You sorry creatures need us for your aid
From being active cause, you can abstain
And leave it all to us - forget free trade”
“The freedom that we bring is to receive
The many things of which you have a need
We’ll take from those who have; no ‘by-your-leave’
Just give to me your trust; your power concede”
His smile was so sincere: transparent look
Who knew that he was such a thumping crook
Divisive, just like in the sad past
Ethnicity, yet again is his mast
Mouth sweetening for more votes to cast
Assuring in words to flabbergast
Glories used, which ended in a blast
Only to capture their poor hearts fast
God, always mentioned from first to last
Underneath his mind, money is vast
End please, the mandate for this outcast
We walk with the information of
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.
Reality becomes disposable when fact and
fevered fiction are made coequals,
when the rampancy of lies massacres the truth.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Propaganda walls our gated communities, our guarded cells.
So many concoct frightful conspiracies from techno-witchcraft.
So many dehumanize and scapegoat from delusive threats.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
So many are captive here to the craven complex of revenge.
So many swallow here, the mollifying Fentanyl
of a cruel and brutal state.
Clinging to the demagogue, no one is free.
Somewhere in the brownout, is there a beacon?
Somewhere in the nightmare, do we awaken?
Each day we live and die,
each day our tears run dry.
Our current president was not heaven sent. He lost the election and is still hell bent. He's causing more divisiveness, more confusion, building a case on pure delusion. Trump's always been un-presidential, unfit to lead but now he won't transfer power and graciously concede. He could careless for the suffering, the sick, smack in the middle of this pandemic. Trump lacks dignity and shows no compassion. It's too late for his mother to give him a thrashing. I'm looking forward to the day when this demagogue is behind us and this country can heal with honesty and kindness.
Like a dead rose
Let’s expose
The uniquely worst
Politician
Who dreams of being the best
He’s no magician.
A villainous bully or a convicted criminal
Must not run for public office
We will never have peace
Things will never be normal
Otherwise we will have ubiquitous
Disenchantment and nonstop chaos
Let the dead rose
Fade away and decompose.
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.