
They’re on stage
in a million homes,
flogging their virtues,
maligning foes.
Shady voices from a furtive sea,
crafting fictions of shameful deeds.
Veiled proxies mete out obscenities,
and toil to conceal their own deceit.
We spot the smears,
repeat them still,
echo inventions, consign guilt,
empower lies, pretend they’re real.
Movies and books,
ads and pundits,
a Billion dollars
to purchase a judgment.
Too late, we exhume
the treacheries and fraud.
The votes are cast,
our future bought
by the highest bidder
in a kingdom of cash,
mortgaged for favors,
paid for by us.

Who’s the loser in this brackish stink?
Not the charlatans
or paid-for shills.
We’re the ones who recoil and shrink.
America the Beautiful,
is this what we hail?
or selfishly hustle
America for sale.