The Politican

The every man's man

The peoples champion takes the stand,
Debating matters close at hand,
With brow so furrowed, eyes so stern,
Our thoughts must be his great concern.

Yet few can see, as few have known,
These words he utters, not his own,
These accusations, boldly made,
Are carefully measured, quietly weighed

As data hounds and research teams
Move silently behind the scenes,
Observing change and public shift
So policies are tailor fit.

Our champion is moulded thus,
His features built to symbol trust,
His voice now altered, pitch just right,
Suits not too loose, nor too tight.

And as perfection is the key,
A champion’s audience must be
Picked by hand and carefully screened
Ensuring they too fit the scene.

Here now, the circle is complete
Eliminating all defeat,
So all are false as none are true,
That is of course, except for you.

Right?

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This is what poetry does..it says look again and this time see what you are looking at and this poem is a perfect example of that..also your work is so well crafted , I keep coming back to read more.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Omygosh Lark you brought tears to my eyes,
everyone is to blame,
all is manipulation, and blindeness
the facade of it all,
and reiterating, you ask are I to be false,
gosh, great scenario, ----mishel

[David Glass]

Oh, so this is about Barack Obama? Nice job, pal. Great piece of writing.

[Azaradelle]

Delightfully chilling.

You give a reader a sense of false confidence, only to grasp it by the throat and pull it out of him again.
You chant, and we chant along with you. He is wrong, he is a lie, everything he depicts is a mask created by others. False, false, false!
But then, are we any better?

Extremely well written, with a delightful flow.
Something that will circle a reader's mind for days to come.

You continue to leave me in awe.
Well done.

Yrs.

Azaradelle.