In the subterranean channels
of the giant coliseum lurks a breed
of predators that only need a finger
to cast a vote for power.
Push a button, stab a voting paper
signature on a rung of ladder
that climbs to the top
where roosts other successful animals
that have crawled up from the dungeon
of deceit. Vote now or lose your head
in the lolly scramble for power .

Your reward is a brass plated door
with many secretaries and heads permanently bent
in obeisance at the masters command.

I will be the chief of all
of the land and economy
so come to me with heads down
arms for alms
and go silently without turning left
or right.  Your silence is
my authority. Take heed. Don't cross
the line in the courtyard
from whence I came here.

Author Notes
Politicians in Power?
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