Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
Whenever I undertake to write something on political themes, I don't forget to mention how I am a political cynic, seeing in politicians merely careerists minding the interests of their own careers.
Not patriots, not benefactors of the people, just mincing words of patriotism as a part of their manipulative strategies.
And I see democracy only as a smokescreen, with a metaphoric tranquilizing aroma of frankincense oil so much used in churches to put believers at ease. It's all a big game where the rich are calling all shots -- while "allowing" the voters to elect the puppets for them.
Do I hate politicians? Definitely, no. Hate is out of my emotional repertoire, and my political cynicism doesn't carry any other strong emotional charge. Well, maybe except for evoking laughter as I am witnessing human gullibility on such a large scale.
When in such a mood, I may express some rhymed thoughts, like the ones that follow. Some may look way too harsh to some of the people. After all, we do cherish our leaders, maybe even to the point of seeing parental figures in them.
So, whenever you see such an expression in my writings, please feel free to disagree. I won't mind, as I will still continue calling people gullible, and politicians manipulative.
Now, here I go with these three pieces of rhymed political stuff.
Born to Serve
They invented all "noble causes"
enjoying the heights of their careers
getting standing ovations and applauses
letting followers die as some proud volunteers.
Like an invincible king on his high horse
is the politician, that con man in power
duping the masses with no remorse
enjoying view from his ivory tower.
After a long wait his dreams come true
now feeling on the top and so far ahead
throwing crumbs to me, and some to you
expecting gratefulness for a loaf of bread.
Rich are our countries with their resources
rich enough for every single one to prosper
never rich enough for those on high horses
you can't feed enough that greedy monster.
How many have died for a power game
and how many are still there willing to die
in the name of country, or is it in their name
making many a confused mother or a wife cry.
Long before that last of the last heroes is gone
nothing will change with a brainwashed crowd
each of us will still cheer to them like a moron
repeating their slogans all dignified and proud.
Living everyone's life but his own
this political martyr doesn't even live
while wasting his time like a tiny pawn
with nothing to change, nothing to achieve.
Playing some heroics of a loud mouth schnook
he is trading dreams for sterile nightmares
like jumping out of comic strip book
just rebelling while no one cares.
Self-appointed reformer in losing fights
blind to all futility of his bitching around
while he sees every kind of violated rights
he can't make a touchdown to solid ground.
His agenda is noble, his mission is humane
as he keeps shouting something patriotic
so we can't call him completely insane
but certainly confused, a little idiotic.
For, ultimately nothing gets really affected
even revolutions never brought content
every liar so obvious and yet elected
reminding of sex without consent.
Our Servant - King
Like out of some need to glorify our tribe
we grant our Top Servant power of a king
quite ready to swallow all his verbal bribe
enjoying how he treats us as a trivial thing.
Should he say "Jump" we'd ask "How high"?
though hating ourselves for acting that way
oftentimes not really understanding why
servant is not the one who has to obey.
We call him the most powerful of men
as if that power is somehow including us
that powerhouse being silly now and then
which makes us fuss, or even makes us cuss.
And does it ever make us quite pissed
when we catch him in yet another lie
while he keeps reading from his list
his own recipe for a pie in the sky.
But we treat him like we did all others
some bitching just like they always did
some pretending that nothing bothers
putting on the whole crap a heavy lid.
We call it "normal" for a vibrant nation
even proud of freedom to lose our nerve
not complacent, but thriving on aggravation
with our Servant - King, one that we so deserve.
© 2021 Val Karas