Politico Poem by Martin Moore

They are but ephemeral players
in life's perpetual play
performing actors on a vast and varied stage
their podiums predominant
straining at the bowels
beneath the shifting feet and groaning weight

They are but kings on palanquins
in resplendent regal robes
dependent solely on the bearers limbs
they are but itinerant preachers
pretenders to the throne
conveniently aligned with kith and kin

They are but sponsored agitators
well versed in false tirade
avoiding fervently the voters whim
they are the crisis creators
hoodlums, crooks and traitors
parasites with social pseudonyms.