The Chameleons Poem by Alfred Barna

The Chameleons



Proclaiming they are ever for "The People"
Fervently staunch, for the Lord; over the steeple
Lustfully clenching the reins of earthly power
Never undaunted, flawless actors for an hour
Laughing, madly, as only they can understand
Applaud all (in their minds) , the chameleons in command

Tucked in dark shadows, pedophiles, on psychotic rants
Sneering, mocking; how they view us all as merely ants
Soothingly, waxing liberal, yet somehow thinly vile
How "for the good of us all" they must somehow smile
Begrudgingly, they must bend down to us to lend a hand
Applaud all (in their minds) , the chameleons in command

Partnering with the bankers, and the corporate holder
Forming laws favorable to donors, making them ever bolder
Within secret meetings deciding how best to slice up the global pie
Whom they should allow to live, indeed, whom shall they watch die
And to cover it all up in ceremony, they strike up the band
Applaud all (in their minds) , the chameleons in command

On day they are the socialist, the next serving up democracy
On moment right, the next left, whatever maybe even theocracy
Dancing the popular meme, to waltz, and to spring into the next false poll
Whatever it takes to drink champagne and to keep it in their control
It's their proclivity to desire to be worshipped throughout the land
Applaud all (in their minds) , the chameleons in command

Thursday, September 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The world does not turn because of chameleons, but in spite of them. Chameleons do not blend to fit in, but to devour the unsuspecting.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
K.c. Ford 11 September 2014

Enjoyed reading that Alfred, especially the first verse. Nice imagery.

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