Man of the People
He stands before camera, pint glass in hand
Cigarette held in nicotine stained fingers
But his image very carefully planned
To massage the way his message lingers
Flattering the nationalistic masses
Threatening thoughts throughout the land
That numb the minds of the drinking classes
Shouting from every tower and steeple
That he is the only real man of the people
He doesn’t need to play by the rules
Nor to respond to any unwanted question
Most who ask them are treated as fools
As he rails at any critical suggestion
But he’s only interested in his ardent supporters
The media are simply his tools
That help brainwash our citizens, sons and daughters
This man of the people succeeds
Where others have failed to address their needs
For he promises that which no-one can deliver
Unicorns that will never pass in the night
His insincerity may make good souls shiver
And even his friends sometimes take fright
But none of this really matters
For he need be no charity giver
As he takes from those whose lives are in tatters
This man of the people craves greater power
Let’s hope some see reason when cometh the hour