The Politician

i see you holding a baby, smiling,
father of affection
hurling speeches for us all
for the good of humanity
public welfare and public good

for the people
by the people

inside my room is the absurdity about you
taking a shower standing on the bath tub
with your black suit and white tie
silver cuff links

watches that stop
and a secret journal containing the real you
at the end it has these notes

poor the people
buy the people....

in revenge, the mountains grow
the grasses spreading lustily on the plains
hiding the arms of those
who are really hungry, hopeless, raped,
and murdered by your promises and words.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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