The Green Politician

He sets his face before a photographer and smiles
A smile does the job, he was told
Posters of him flood the streets, and funny chaps sing his name
He turns his mouth into an instrument of music, blowing out Melodies of strange promises which he found amusing that the people end up believing
He is a gamer, he must play with the mind of the people
Chose me, vote for me, he would sing
And act with the meekness of a sheep and the innocence of a lamb
And he watches as the people thumb for him, giving him what he desired
He takes on his real self- proud, uncaring, crafty
He thinks he needs to balance the account, reap what he spent and even more
Choice clothes, big houses, exquisite cars, foreign accounts
Falsified figures and talks of works being done, surrounded by sycophants
The people groan, they grief. They had put a con man on the throne
He plays the game as he wants and then towards the beginning of another voting season
He unclothes his real self and clads in his drama regalia
Time to act again, he muses and deceive these simple minded folks
And the people get confused because he came bearing gifts and crying with sympathy
And promises to do better.
Beware green fellows of green politicians, their gods are their bellies
With tools of religion, tribalism and party groups, they deceive again
Beware of who and what you thump for
It might be your gain or your pain.