Cult Figure

I went outside to greet the day

A smile on my face

A jump to my stride

But the day didn’t care

Plants went on growing

Birds went on singing

People, people

 

The universe did nothing

But allow me here

That’s not enough for me

I need something more

To be recognised

To be important

So I made a cult

Fading Lights

I’m lost in a fog of doubt

I’m on good terms with everyone

But I’m friends with no one

I know how to act

And how to be

I know what to do and to say

But I’m losing the light inside

The more it fades

The more desperate I try to grab it

But you can’t possess light

It’s just there or it’s not

A False Speech

He took to the stage

All eyes followed him

All voices quiet

Ears poised for position

He readjusted the microphone to his height

And spoke his piece:

“All men are greedy and ugly. Every one of these men running for this local election only care for their own pocket. Not your livelihoods. I promise to bring about a new era where I put the people first, and not myself!”

The audience clapped

He took off the stage with a smile and a wave

To sit in the VIP seat reserved for him

The next man was ushered on

He readjusted the microphone to his height

And spoke his piece:

“This man was lying! He only cares about lining his own pockets. He’ll tell you anything to get votes! Vote for me and you will get nothing but honesty.”

The audience clapped

He took off the stage with a smile and a wave

To sit next to the other man

In the VIP section

Both sharing a laugh together

The next man was ushered on.