He stands there before us br Reading from a carefully scripted syllibus br As he proclaims for all to hear; br “While we have hope, no need to fear. br br Listen my children as I say br Tomorrow will be a better day br All that is necessary is that you do as I wish br Regardless of how it may seem, to some, evilish. br br For I and I alone know br How to make the sorrows go br Just trust me and abide br By me and my workers, eventide.” br br ***** br br We’ve heard him say this time and time again br A broken record without end br The pot from which he dishes br Grows cold with his never ending promises. br br **** br br Who is this one who stands before the lectern br One who has not experienced poverty or governing. br Knowing only how to go on promising to those who want to play, br Taking from those whose fortunes shrink each day. br br **** br br The curtain is transparent now br As the magic has escaped into the thin blue air br And reveals for all to see br That it’s the tider of misery. br br sbr br Sidi J.