(political Poem) A Competition Of Lies Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

In a competition and heated debate.
Total opposites in which they relate.
No new solutions in their game of give or take.
Their attacks dull the mind and the realities in which they define.
All are but mere puppets attached to strings.
They move the way the money tells them too.
The benefits of being controlled.
It must be nice to have no conscience of your own.
Responsibilities do not exist, I tell you this.
Take the lead and make a mistake intentionally indeed.
Blame is but upon the name sits on the highest rooftop.
But those on the ground can not see.
Just a test upon a theory.
Will it cause an uproar?
Will the people hate?
Will they rise to remove the demon from skies?
Will they falsely accuse by the sounds?
They hear a whistling full of lies.
What is one to surmise?
We are but men who have a strong belief in deceit.