Foxes outwit a Tiger
Julius Ceaser
some heartless politicians
Voted for politicians,
Get blind ambitions.
Politicians love to speak at length,
though brevity is not their strength.
They promise wonders bright and new,
then form a committee or maybe two.
Gods and angels went away
For an indefinite vacation
“We’re mere ideas anyway
Dignified by population”
Says God, who asked not to be named
“Nowadays it turns ridiculous
Politicians took our fame
Made up maliciously fastidious
All the simple laws we set
And this farcical state of affairs
Is the one we must protect
Though the mess they made is theirs
We, Gods, wash our hands of this
Devil’s game the people play
If they want us Gods be missed
Let them pave their hellish way”
Spoke the God, whose name’s not known
But one angel smiled and said
“Here’s my email and my phone
Ping me up if something’s bad..”
So I wrote her phone and email
Down in my book and slept
The wild wind lashed at our sail
All the way to my homeland.
Government has been rotten for years,
While good governance no longer exists.
Leaving many hungry power politicians behind,
With people who have no choice but to abide.
To abide those self entitled and ignorant public servant
while indulging power and corrupt.
An opportunist dressed in a Samaritan suit,
who always want to dispute.
To dispute a topic he has no clue about
As if they're doing it for clout.
Maybe it's a consequence of voting celebrities,
choosing good looks over good qualities
Qualities like integrity and credibility
and not manipulation and dishonesty.
We can work this out together,
vote wisely for the better.
Better might sound like a dream,
for best is what our heart scream
Make your vote worthy
For it's been a tough journey
Politicians the world over
Love a greasy combover
Tell copious lies
And wear gaudy ties.
Politicians the world over
Hope scandals will blow over
Have scrotum necks
And never have extramarital sex.
Politicians the world over
Perform even while hungover
Love to show piety
Especially the Christian variety.
They feather their own nest
The common people they detest
Each other they will talk-over
That’s politicians the world over.
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The news provide harsh lessons.
I was so naive about politics & politicians.
It's not about creating a better world.
Where did I ever get that idea?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When things don't work, I panic
I call the plumber or the mechanic
the electrician, or appliance repairman
without them I would despair, Man.
I can't fix my bike when it blows a tire
To be competent is a dream to which I aspire
But I was born all thumbs, and though I read tomes
When it comes to troubleshooting, I'm no Sherlock Holmes.
So I respect the people who make things work
But I wonder if in our government such people lurk.
Could politicians change a light bulb, fix a car?
splice a broken wire, get my bike to go far?
Could I trust my mayor as a babysitter
Or for that matter, a sweater knitter?
Can a college student clean a dorm?
Are mindless slogans the new norm?
When the power goes out, and it gets cold
Will we find a bill of goods that we've been sold?
Do we use the same criteria to trust an orator
That we do when hiring someone to wallpaper a corridor?
My Dad was told I'd make a good soldier, because I looked strong
My Dad winced and said "Sir, you got that wrong"
Maybe I could be a writer, or maybe wash the floor
Can someone shoe me how to mop? for help I must implore.
Politicians present politicians
To manage our manageability
With the public’s kind permission
Sweet public, you’re just a facility
I can’t choose from the offered content
Can’t be heard by those faces I see
Telling us what they think is important
You may agree with it or disagree
To them we worth less than nothing
Them and us don’t belong to each other
The difference remains contrasting
Politician was Cain, not his brother.
“We have the politicians we deserve.”
What kind of “we” I’m synched with on brainwaves?
How many “we” are surreptitiously reserved
For the reunion, in whose family grave?
It’s plain to see what politicians are about
They’re ubiquitous like weather, that brings weeds
To every garden, and they can’t be weeded out
But it’s not good to blame me for their deeds
So I don’t need my politicians and their mob
But surely they deserve people like me
And that’s the awful part of their job
They know it, and demand a larger fee..
Shape shifters come in all shape and form.
Politicians are naturals of course
Smiling and promising one thing
Then delivering quite another.
Then there are con artists and scammers
Taking advantage of the naive
And innocent at least if only once.
Then there’s those like my neighbor
Who’s nothing more than a welfare rancher
Taking funds from a do-gooder land trust NGO
Ostensively to keep his lands whole.
Appearing on the outside a good old boy
But really just another scamming thief
Feeling entitled to whatever he can take
Such as a small sliver of my land
For some reason fenced inaccurately long ago.
In this particular case the law isn’t on his side
But that doesn’t matter
In his desire to be right,
Uphold the bizarre tradition of adverse possession
And bully his way to some who knows what end
To who knows whose advantage.
The thing about shape shifters is just that,
They shift and change
So can only be trusted to be untrustworthy.
It’s good to know though
Caveat emptor
They can be anywhere, and dangerous
Especially when least expected.
(11/14/25)
What is it they’re not telling us?
What secrets do they keep?
What is it they’re not telling us—
Those who want to keep us asleep?
They have the truth, yet hold it tight.
They have the strength, yet reserve their might.
They keep the day and leave us the night.
They know it’s wrong but won’t do what’s right.
The teachers, the preachers, and other such creatures,
The poets all know it but simply won’t show it.
The politicians and pundits and other lying sh—
The CEOs and bankers and all the chain yankers.
What is it they’re not saying
Between the lies they keep spraying?
Black and white erased by graying—
Up is down, and left is right — no use praying.
Deny the facts. Kill the messenger. It’s science they’re slaying.
Reality no longer real. The edges are fraying.
Done with listening to their idiot braying.
Gotta get out of here. Sure ain’t staying.
...
What is it…
Or is it…
That we just don’t want to know…
Politicians are paid as a last resort
to attend the summit accomplishing nought
but flap their lips expose their gums
feed their face and fill their tums
all the hot air they expend
I don't exaggerate
discussing climate change in the end
will only exacerbate
the ongoing problem long-since forming
a future foreboding of global warming
for every page and pamphlet printed
put in the post or stuck on walls
about ecology and saving the woods
it seems to me yet another tree in the forest falls
and I believe for every drop of acid rain
a flower dies
somewhere under the darkest skies
a new-born baby cries
With apologies to; Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl & Al Stillman
Politicians are like weather
That is hanging for decades
Cap in hand we’re light as feather
In the storm that never fades
Who would need a politician
Their household to manage
Yet some do support ambitions
Of the mentally well damaged
Politicians are archaic
Sick to hear the master’s voice
All jack russells bark in panic
I would never make a choice
Choosing not myself but someone
Who don’t care if I exist
And it always is the wrong one
You can’t win the game like this.
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