'Promises...Promises' Poem by Ray Lucero

He strode toward the podium

Confident n' smiling broadly;




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. teats




Promises...promises so carefully selected

False promises, that he may be re-elected






(Obama's second term yielded very little)



ROTMS