I am the hurtling of fangs to flesh – the poison within
A substitution of righteousness, an aura of opposition – a terror within
The subversive smile clenching under tongue and teeth – hiding all lies with a grin
Worshiped over a pulpit and you are the tangling stringed puppet - I manage within
Lord – correct my speeches – let me pull the right words to mislead within
As my eyes meet yours – a handshake of souls – deep coaxing influence makes me grin
My nickname to myself is ‘The People’s Triumph’ – keeping my distortion of power within
I am the monumental invalidation – promising the sun with a pocketful of rain from within
“Elect me and I will bring hope and change” over & over & over I finalize with my sleekly grin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem