The world is discovering what the elect had discerned. You had held sway over the easily manipulated. That grip loosens by the hour, as you sing and dance the familiar routine. Promising the moon, while delivering only riches into your own coffers. Hailing yourself as the champion, battling for the voiceless and those who know need. Yet, proving to be once an empty vessel, you have been filled with your own greed. The institution you have corrupted, delivers no truth. Built to keep check on the system of We, it has devolved into a cheapened tool for thee. Having lost all of its luster. The masses agree, you reveled too long and loudly in your hypocrisy. You cast stones at the one, who with lesser crimes defeated you, while you wronged the many. The Piper exacts his pound of flesh in the light of day. Offering a paltry sum of Justice, for those you abused in the dark. They watch as you are pulled from your lofty self righteous perches rejoicing with the world in your fall.
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I assiduously avoid politics but this one–it’s so well written, I don’t know if I should jeer or cheer. Well done, Ron!
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Thank you. I am taking a break from politics these days myself…for the most part. I do abhor hypocrisy though from all sides. 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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