My soul
Lays before you
In judgment.
Although
Haven't done
Anything wrong.
Hatred and loathing
Flow from your words
And body language.
Antithesis
Personal beliefs
Come to life
You deny existing.
Calling yourself
“People politician
Working for the little guy”.
Anger and discord
Follows you
Personal dark cloud.
Half-truths outright lies
And negative stereotypes
Spreads your gospel
Unadulterated hate.
Media manipulation
Limited exposure
Avoiding flaws
Emperor's New Clothes.
Abundantly clear
People don't want reality
When seeking truth
Preferring edited fiction
Comforting worldview.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: Another wee hours of the morning poem. My muse, rudely awakened me,
with a 3 am wake up call. Insisting that I write this out.
Sigh.
I'm not writing about Donald Trump, rather the emerging populist politician that’s gaining
power. Often, they're found on the right of the political spectrum, but not limited to this, as
Venezuela has proven.
This poem is written for the Poets United’s midweek motif, with abundance, as writing
prompt.
