Who is our leader?
Who are you?
This product of wealth and blood-baked trauma
Fired in the furnace of riches
Taught to be better
Above and beyond
A made man
A face like a deflated football
Hair like bleached straw bales
Eyes that rarely bring focus
But instead a sadness; tremendous sadness
A distance beyond measure; removed from the present
And a terror of old abuses
Of course you cannot care
Of course the suffering of people mean nothing
Blind, deaf and dumb as you are to the maladies of others
As you desperately try and block out your own maladies
As all that haunts you wraps itself ever tighter around your mind
And you run ever faster
There is a practice in meditation
When thoughts arise and they seem to be everything
When you turn and look at the thought
And suddenly it vanishes
Just an apparition that carries no weight
So you are as the man in charge
When you're out of sight, we assume you have authority
Then we see you and suddenly that authority vanishes
An apparition
That never was
And your fiction is exposed
Just another lying lier
Peddling spells and lies