My word is my bond, the politician lied, through milky white bleached teeth, a snarl springs to mind, a hyena I think

Promises of nothing more than irreconcilable intricate initiations, integral, unsavoury, biased and deranged

A set of broken scales line their halls of judicial justifications, pay to provide to elevate the highest order , the cruelest tongue

Vile little creatures is how we are expressed when discussed in such high circles of zero morality and a gene sharing ethnicity

So very aware and yet nonchalance of manner and the resilience towards the common being holds this rank and file far from the temper struck troops,

As we can easily perish they can so easily cherish, embrace and rule a world scorched by their own heresy, a world void of love , empty of meaning

I'll take my words, my ideas, my master plan ,
I'll not fall foul of life from a tin can

If there is a destiny if there is a reason to define
Then these politicians of premeditated symbolic systems
Can understand that my thoughts for them are inert ,
And my time for them shall be there when the planets realign