I saw his face, on every channel

His slogans in all the papers

I heard people, repeat his words

I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands



I saw him making promises

I heard him talk about life

But I saw his fingers too

They were crossed behind his back



Darling of the TV screen

Manipulator of the purse strings

Master of the spoken words

Jackal with connections



Worshipped by the masses

Leader with ulterior motives



(All talk and no do)

(Is neither a good offense or defense)

(Get with it boys and girls)

(Your house needs to be put in order too)



His slate, clean as snow

Covers over his dark past

To be in league with workers

Pictures he loved to see



But I read in his eyes

Promotion reality

He played his part to the end

Shot leaving a shambles