Promises...Promises Poem by Ray Lucero

He strode toward the podium
Confident n' broadly smiling;

As before...he spoke of change
For good folks like you n' me
Hollow words, distant n' strange
Sugared lies 'twas plain to see

He promised reform n' justice
Promised jobs n' lower taxes
Promised to hold banks accountable
Whilst Neo-Cons honed battle axes

He promised to work with red n' blues
Promised to repair bridges, highways n' streets
Promised to unite Muslims, Christians n' Jews
Promised to keep Zion nursing on U.S.A. teats

Promises...promises so carefully selected
False promises, that he may be re-elected

ROTMS

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