Promises...promises
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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poem by Ray Lucero
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