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These days politics are the new market, ideas are brought and sold without conscious thought.

O Politician,
with the speech so bold,
While making back room deals...
                for your soul!
The Promises!
               The Trust!
The false face
                Of disgust...
While taking us for a ride,
  Then up pops the truth;
                          You lied!!
You flood our minds with thrilling clips
Spreading your gospel with endless trips
           to pursue your goals
While drinking hot coffee
           the poor is cold
Is there an end to your greed...?
       Your destructive power?
Looking to the skies...
             To build your tower      
Why brushing off your suit?
         To rid yourself of dust,
When Satan's hellish gift...
         feeds your thirsty lust
Why should we have faith?
I remember what you said,
          Today a scandal
          tomorrow I dread
O Politician!
Buyer and Seller of dreams
You will continue to sell us out
    Until your soul vanishes
                       in a misty steam

copyrights 2005
Robert Anthony James

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