The Shoeless Politician


  If politicians lost their shoes 
  Their thousand dollar suits 
  Replaced their prima donna skins with jeans and dirty boots 
  If those who ruled nations came to dress like those they ruled 
  The aura round their kind would dim 
  We wouldn't be so fooled 

  If next they lost their trusted aids 
  The handlers of their word 
  Linguistic chemists stirring lies with truths till both are blurred 
  If those who lied to millions came to speak like you and me 
  We'd shake our heads and turn away 
  How lonely they would be 

  If bodyguards would disappear 
  Then so might arrogance 
  They'd look into the growing crowds and think of malcontents 
  If those who led protected lives would lose their hired gun 
  They'd walk among us cautiously 
  Perhaps they'd even run 

  If all the ink I've wasted here 
  If all I write comes true 
  Then how would rulers be discerned from those like me and you 
  If politicians loose these things but keep their character 
  You'd find them on their way to jail 
  With me as their chauffeur 
 
 

© MadGerman


 

 
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