Truth Be Known Poem by Mark 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 too
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 lets 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.