Carnival Man
In shadows deep, a leader seeks his game,
His heart a void, where darker dreams are spun,
With power’s grip, to make the poor more lame.
A fascists’ guise, no remorse or shame,
A con man’s grin, where trust is undone,
In shadows deep, a leader seeks his game.
Manipulative, a narcissist’s flame,
Insecure, yet to his ego, none,
With power’s grip, to make the poor more lame.
A dunderhead, playing a fool’s acclaim,
A big-mouth’s roar, under a setting sun,
In shadows deep, a leader seeks his game.
Self-obsessed, in wealth’s relentless claim,
An impulsive clown, where greed has begun,
With power’s grip, to make the poor more lame.
His narrative the same as the mustache one from the past,
Fear they believe in, too late for otherwise,
Like quick sand, they cannot escape,
In shadows deep, a leader seeks his game.
Ego maniac, in riches’ name,
he crafts his world, where compassion is shunned,
In shadows deep, a leader seeks his game,
With power’s grip, to make the poor more lame.
Drew Frederic