Public Servants The Politicians

My Saturday morning poem:

Public Servants The Politicians

Such fools are we
Treat our servants
Like kings
Paying them better
Than their masters
Allowing them to
Make rules for us
Abdicated our responsibility
To keep our
Servants in line
Punished duly
While they become rich
We stand in line
On the road to
Hopelessness
Public servants
Politicians are they
Most lucrative carrier
Leaders of the masses
Those poor multitude
Who forgot
They are the bosses

Web

Web of lies that I spun
Entrapping people in its deadly grip
Berating my enemies to death

Web I spread far and wide
Ensnaring my victims
Bleeding then slowly till they die

Web world wide helped me spread
Empire that I could not have dreamt
By means ethical to grow full to the brim

Web so devious and bombastic
Empty with false promises trumpeted
Bewildered poor souls bamboozled

Web of mine is attracting new victims
Encircling like a vulture I survey
Bedazzled fools coming to play

Web so strong I weave
Enter at your own risk if you dare
Beware, once in, exit closed forever

Web of steel it is not
Entrapped in it one day I may
But till then time to enjoy and make hay


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