Rogues Of Our Time

The Fascist

There he is
A perfect example from the political lexicon
A fascist
Just look at him
Meets the specified standards beautifully
A racist
Says immigrants will poison our blood
Despises democracy
Falsifies bona fide election results
A rabble-rouser
Appeals to the desires and prejudices of the mob
And, above all, adores a strong leader
Himself
Yes
That’s it
The evidence is so strong
Storms into your awareness
Like inoperable cancer of the brain
What’s next?
Well,
As so often has happened in history
The mobster has gained temporary power
Protected by a supportive judiciary
With power hungry political disciples
Exploiting his ill-gotten success
In their own sordid, degenerate interest
What then can we simple souls do?
Ah, just be patient my friends
Let time be your soul mate
Have faith in the ultimate dominance of morality
For that is why as humans we still exist

The Warmonger

Look at that ruthless man
He’s an agent of murder
A supplier of weapons
In an unfair war
To a grateful madly hawkish ally
Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who never to himself has said
These are humans I am killing?
What a death toll it is as a consequence!
Children
The aged
Whole families
Thousands
And thousands
Still more thousands
Civilian deaths make it a war crime
Yet the deliberate infernal sacrilege rages on
Hey there
It’s you I mean
You sign the papers
Give your permission to kill
Your military industrial complex
Donates the ghastly tools of death
Soon you will leave your position of power
In a twinkling be a mere memory
But your deeds will never be forgotten
In the mornings
And at the going down of countless suns
Your infamy will be recalled
And the laments of so many
Will be sung to the music you have composed

The Robber Baron

So
You are rich beyond compare
Colluding with a leader
Because your ambitions currently coincide
Overtly powerful therefore
With a voice demanding attention
For the present
But do you think you can rule over me for ever?
No way
For you are the stuff that intrigue is made of
Your ways of doing things
Plot
Collusion
Conspiracy
Have no place in my life
You are now an in-person
Tainted, befouled by power
Dominant for a time while convenience lasts
But you will fade away eventually
Like a bad aroma when the wind blows
So speak on if you must
Talk away
As a garrulous parrot
Spruiking judgements made of fairy floss
That I have no need for
I am not listening
For I have more important things to do
Than heed your gabble
Get thee hence soon
Go back to your subservient social medium
Where you are king
And O joy thankfully, I am not your subject

The Crafty Beguiler

Listen to him
Oozing out guarantees like Dolos*
Using people’s misery
To build his own castle of deceit
Promising to end suffering
With dreams he cannot consummate
It all sounds so good
Utopia is just a vote away
A new day is dawning
Paradise in a new morning
If you believe and elect him
But you must analyse the artfulness
The subterfuge
The slyness
The guile
Cost of living
Is a consequence of many years of rule
Not a single regime
So blame the system not your political foe
But beware
Promissory notes are dangerous
Maybe life can be made cheaper for a time
But what of the unmentioned consequences?
Will the poor lose support?
Will the sick agonise?
Will the schools suffer?
Will we be prone to unending waste?
Yes
Peruse the dream but check the evidence

*Dolos was the Greek god of trickery, cunning deception, craftiness, guile, and treachery.

The Yes-man

Look at you
Kowtowing to that successful figurehead
In your own quest for power
That leader in name only
Is intense
Violent
Ardent
Fierce
And for the present, successful
To follow him is to have strength
Temporary potency
Contemporary political success
But tomorrow your success
Will hang like chains around your neck
So begone fool
Get thee to an institute of learning
Discover virtue
Honour
Integrity
Fair play
Uprightness
And make your world a proper place
Go soon
Before your infamy turns into chaos
Before your collusion
Has you branded an accomplice
In the relentless, unflinching pages of history
Turn now
Away from your misdeeds
Dare to be linked to truth and integrity
Or else be but a sycophant in sheep’s clothing

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