Truth Be Known Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Our leaders are greedy, deceitful fools
Bullies who never fired a gun or threw a punch
Yet, take all your pocket money at vestibules
And ate out free every day for lunch
Pockets lined later to sit on a backbench.
You cannot sugar-coat the lies I'm hearing
The truth isn't a cake you can add icing to
You can't change the height of the ceiling
Compensate facts for fiction or sail a canoe
Backwards up a waterfall, can you?
The planet is in trouble, but let's all fly
Let's take a jet and later on in a cavalcade
Meet up to discuss global warming and comply
To make good pledges made in masquerade,
Make-good nuclear silos, uranium in retrograde