When Politicians Play Their Games

They buried civility in a shallow grave;
Without humility the combatants all behaved;
When, finally, in victory a hand up high was raised,
They wondered, unequivocally, why the world was all a crazed.

When you enter a pact with the Devil for your soul;
When you distort the facts to achieve your final goal;
The enemies you attract tally up a pretty toll;
There’s no going back once the Devil’s in your fold.

In the dust of history only ruins will remain;
Those who caused the misery infamously will be named;
The Devil meticulously collects his souls, just the same;
When, quite viciously, politicians play their games.


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