They are all baying after you
Fame is so fickle
One day you're elected
You're adored, you're venerated
The world is yours to play with
But the day of impeachment is near
You're despised, execrated
Even hated by some
You can't do anything right
What have you done to deserve it?
Who knows?
Love of power, greed and fame at any cost
Perpetual fawning from your entourage
Allied to ignorance and blustering
And let's call it for what it is
Lack of sincerity and integrity
On a weak mind drove you
To many faux pas dispersing the illusion
Of a strong successful leader
Caring for your people
You just proved to be an empty windbag
Too dangerous for democracy
Your days are counted
You've been too long on the scene!
Lucette C.Bailliet
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