Fiasco, Failure Poem by Sandra Feldman

Politicians
So unauthentic!
Such, Hypocrites,
Yes, with a capital H.,
Always molting their skin,
Like Vipers in a pit,
Pretending caring, charity
And fairness for all,
While their Fangs
Distill, poison at will,
As tyrants and liars
That they are
Never changing,
Once more history
Repeats itself,
And poor Democracy
Is left hanging
On some dusty,
Forgotten, shelf.

Remember,
Everything is manipulated
In all lands,
Where Truth and Country
Are strangled,
By their bloody, hands.