They sit in chairs, high in office but low in morals,
their tables show the capers of a paper trail that is lit
by more than flames of fire, they burn with people’s
lives lost to avarice, abuse of power, an alter-ego that
professes and stresses while manipulating the minds
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of the electorate, to empower the cowering frauds,
who love to disempower, destroying their livings
and still they hear the half truths as gold and the
lies as silver, and make a cross for the dross who
struggle to hide their glee as the free vote for chains.