Politics

You said you despised them

You criticised their flashy cars 

You sneered as they drove by in their wailing convoys

You said for all our troubles, they are to blame 

The people are nothing to them but insignificant toys

You complained of their over-stoked ego 

You understood that all they did was from selfishness and greed 

You noticed that they stood so high because they had put other people so low

They say their job is to lead

Yet you wondered how they could lead from tinted glass

How can a shepherd be invisible to his sheep 

You knew the society suffered from the painful separation of class.

Like a ship whose captain has fallen into a deep sleep

The country steered dangerously towards the waterfall

You watched and screamed at the obvious and imminent danger that lurks ahead

In desperation, you wished and prayed to the stars

To have the power to confront that which you have always feared 

To be different and force change

To the people, prosperity would not be strange

You would walk among the people as equals

No inferior, no superior, no class, for you would always answer to their calls

But as you pray, you forget something,

God is listening 

You are about to get exactly what you wished for 

Fate unfolds and you find yourself deep in the elites' core

You talk with them, eat with them, you laugh with them 

You are now at the root of the problem, and slowly you join the stem 

You then realise that you are but a human among humans

You are surely impervious to the mouth watering temptation 

so you yield ever easily to the dirty game's seduction

And you acknowledge that you are not adequate enough to handle God's response 

to your innocent and good intentioned prayers

You then begin to forget about the people's trials 

"This is how it is" you tell yourself this comforting lie

And to a people you were once a part of, you say your final good bye

Now you seat and watch him through the veil of the tint 

He watches back but he might as well have been blind

For he has no clue who you are, not the slightest hint

Yet you know him, you can even read his mind 

You know he will say he despises you 

You know he will criticise your flashy car 

You know he will sneer at your wailing convoy 

You know that he thinks that he is an insignificant toy 

But what he doesn't know is that we are all toys, just play things 

Nothing more than talking puppets on invisible strings

Only controlled by a powerful and destructive fate

You move on, hoping someone will see the strings before it is too late.