We are the fools
Fools are Fooled
The gullible are roused
By the glib gamesman
With the gift of the gab
To suit a gnat’s attention span.
‘The threats from outside
Not from within.’
He tells them sincerely
While raking it in.
He watches them all
Through podgy piggy eyes.
Rubbing his hands
With disdainful disguise.
All too easy to play this game –
Fooling the punters –
Feeding them lines
Feeding the grunters.
Down through the centuries
The stupid are played
With statistics and fears
Cunningly displayed.
The men with the power
Pull all the strings.
While the ignorant sheeple
Keep taking it in.
They sneer as they speak
Knowing they will win.
People too stupid
To know where to begin.
They crow and they strut
Secure in their power
While the losers all pray
To their ivory towers.
Opher 17.6.2018
Well Trump was my model for this poem. His arrogance and disdain are so openly expressed. That is unusual. Most of the bastards keep it hidden. I think his sheer disbelief that he is getting away with it has created an open contempt. He thinks he can get away with anything.
We can be sure that there is at least one person in America who is getting incredibly rich with each passing second. He gloats about it.
One day we will wake up and stop putting people like this in charge.
Opher's World 