Thurman P. Woodfork

POLITICS

Pretty words and facile phrases
Conceal the eyes’ steely glint
While fabricated verbal mazes
Further hide the cunning intent.

Weary, weary grows the listener
Of the lies spun for years,
Woven by smiling petitioners
Feinting orally, sometimes in fear.

Boastful, bragging, strutting tales
Told to keep ambitions alive
By political hacks in plush-lined jails
Surviving on ‘shuck and jive’.