Dead Stars Poem by Eddie Roa

The star that so inspires many tonight
Has long been an emptiness in the universe
Yet it shines prominently, ever lively
Dead yet alive, I wonder how

Is inspiration a sham because of this?
A dead brilliance, a fake shine
Magnificence that doesn't exist in time
A hollow icon, a cosmic mirage

I heard a politician talk today
How truthful he seemed to be
With glittering credentials to match
A studied honest face and mien

Does his history still hold true
Or the idealism he once had
Been tarnished and smudged
Now swept under an ornate rug

A rich textured arras
Woven with craft by masters
Of design and sleight of mind
In looms of lies and deceptions

Dead stars how pretty you are
Shining bright in a firmament
Made of tarp, a cyclorama pasted
With bubbles, sequins and glitters