Loud and joyous cheers from the TV in expectation Hoping for their leader to appear And to see a man of his (semi) high station. But he is playing a game, he is playing with them Playing with the country that he cannot throw into mayhem.
But still he tries.
He lies and cheats and pretends to be our country’s lord Is he working for us, or someone abroad? And somehow it is all ignored As he sits on the metaphorical throne and as he chips away at the country that once was made of stone.
And still he plays.
Is he looking the other way for corporate gain? Does he help millionaires triumph? The truth is no longer sane Thousands are hurt by the utter and all-composing hate. And he plays with the people whom he made wait.
And still he lies.
I wonder how this could have happened, As I look at the exuberant crowd on the TV