Decayed Demagogues Poem by John Sensele

Power in the hands of flowers
With little tact and fact engenders evil
Whose proportions in action shout at showers
In a void visit to executive airs whose civil

Accolades and epaulettes evince ephemeral
Triumphalism, cynicism and corny criticism
At phenomena and philosophies whose general
Perception and intuition lack witticism

A hallmark of mature minds that use
Power patiently in a bid to forestall faults
That mar cars carrying a febrile fuse whose ruse
Has potential to launch assaults

On tenets of democracy to pander to autocracy
Fed federally by decayed demagogues
Whose prime pursuit preys on democracy
As autocrats unleash deranged dogs.