Glassy eyed stars
Buzzards in bars,
Wild and wooly creatures
Driving hopped up cars-
The world's gone to a crazy cotillion
In a bizarre dance of billions,
The humble and the wise buried alive
As the price of it all climbs past gazillions-
The modern political scheme
Is to never let the public know what the 'party' truly means,
Keep the voters confused and wondering:
Are politicians humans, or heartless machines?
The less we common folk know
The better for them it all goes,
As long as they can buy enough votes
To ensure their bank accounts continue to grow-
It's the politics of the age
The self-aggrandizing craze,
That tries to take away the sense of ordinary folks
And lock them all away, in a hopeless mental cage-
Therefore understand, the ultimate political freedom
Is to belong to no group or clan,
To finally find you are truly free to be
Your own woman or man.
Smoky Hoss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/politics-29/
