The ' Democratic' Circus Poem by DM W

When the ringmaster calls out loud
Clowns, to play to amorphous crowds,
Then you should know you're being conned.
Crude sights and sounds sweep you along.
Behind the scenes, strong men more brawn
Than brain, assemble flags and form
Pacts in praise of the microphone.
When the scene is set, actors on loan
Take to the stage. What is their use?
To ensure consciousness is reduced.
Colourful acrobats provide
Distractions, not real choice. O I
Can no longer abide their lies!
Nor the fact that they're so supine.
They jump through hoops like trained puppies,
Whilst they steal all your precious dreams.
Their tricks are hackneyed. Yet many
Are still enamoured by these creeps,
Because they prefer shadows to
The light of Truth. Do not be fooled,
Red or blue, elephant or mule,
Remember you are being used.