They're not leaders,
They're bleeders,
Working for all They can get,
Their lives with our sweat to perfect
Benefiting only, the governing class
People in speeches receiving,
Broken promises and poisoned flowers
That makes the Game offered,
To decent, credulous voting fools
A scheming, totalitarian tower,
Laced with the chains of much too much power.
You could not have been more poetic or accurate in tearing into the system and the culprits!
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They're not leaders / They're bleeders. These are heartfelt expressions of the electors about the members of ruling elite. This is a disillusionment experienced by people who are fed with false promises to nurture false sense of well being. Thanks for a realistic poem.