Lets face it!
They don’t have the answers.
Those posing, pouting, politicians.
Bright, energetic and caring,
They don’t have the solutions
To the myriad troubles besetting our world.
They aren’t even troubled by the questions.
Ephemeral, mindless, driven by base urges.
Like moths drawn to the candle flames of power.
They flicker and flare,
Brightly and briefly,
Then disappear leaving a bad smell and a mess.
Enjoy the show,
If you can stand the stench!