The politicians danced around town
Telling all the people what they wanted to hear
Their promises came wrapped in the fine clothes of prosperity
Our town would ‘reap great rewards
Absolutely no one will be left out’ they shouted
They filled the air with hopes and dreams
All the men heard the news at town hall meetings
And gatherings around their watering holes
They carried it home to their wives
Those were happy days
Anticipating all the good things to come
The politicians came and went…
Their promises came and went…
Their prosperity never came at all.
Jerry Brotherton 
The stories of politicians’ promises for centuries.
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Never ending tale.
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The past, Jerry, is set to keep repeating itself, and neither we, the people, nor they, the politicians, learn from it. Your poem is an impressive reminder.
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Such a timely, important poem, Jerry!
It’s so sad when politicians don’t care about or fight for the people they are supposed to represent. :-(
(((HUGS)))
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It’s funny how they all boast that when they reach DC they will stop corruption. That lasts about two weeks.
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